Luyện nghe bài hát When Thugs Cry

How can you leave me standin,
Alone in a world so cold,
Maybe I'm to demandin,
Or I'm just like my father, too bold,
Maybe I'm just my mother,
never satisfied,
Why do we at each other,
This is what it like,(uh huh)
thugs cry,

yo, off i got a seed come'n,
So I wont even front like I dont nothin,
on record sales for me to see somethin,
But fall back, how the fuck I'm supposed to feed little Budden,
I've been to before I've been a bum before,
But a aint never had a son before,
I've dealt wit and fire, I've done bang wit fighta's,
But I aint never changed a dippa' (I ready)
since i signed niggas been on my back,
Like mouse up, when I'm gettin on the track,
So the hates me, Figured they be much kinda,
Like Joe congratulations and we right behind'ya,
Everybody in the hood that,
Since I'm for everybody in the hood that rap,
They don't how I do shit,
Say I changed, I'm the same nigga that ya'll went to school wit,
After all these years, the same drug addict,
And its fucked up, I'm sober wit them same habits,
I pinch, thief, con, and lie, rob, shoot,
Difference now is I high,
Cats is after me, at least I gotta crew to me,
But I like walkin around wit this 32 on me,
at least my mans is real, at me families there,
Is it wroth rap, the yeah,
But I know...

How can you just me standin,
in a world that's so cold,
Maybe I'm to demandin,
Or maybe I'm like my father, too bold,
Maybe I'm just my mother,
never satisfied,
Why do we at each other,
is what it sounds like,
When cry,

Yo, I'm a surviva', seen darker days,
A mommas boy wit my ways,
But i had to see my mom in tears,
When went to the store for them newports, that he musta' stay fine in years,
My brother lives in the same state, I didn't know that,
Yeah I gotta little brother, I didn't that
See I was never that,
if so I woulda' been at the wit a basketball and a Kodak,
Love my moms to death, she don't believe that,
I aint ever there for her to see that,
Don't wanna lose my wiz, beggin her to do bid,
Not but this music shit,
And I your hate me, but we've come far,
Just us the world un-armed, me and my girlfriend,
Come a time when your mind aint right, and you a luga',
And you get to not bein useda',
I'm cool wit where the lord me,
But I hold my heat, and I never have to take it off safety,
I for all my niggas, pitchen on the curve Jersey City,
get the recognition it deserves,
I pray for me son, he'll genes like me,
Pray that he have to go everything like me,
Pray to god bring out the things, I never I had in me,
The of my mom and dad in me, (uhh huhh)

How can you just me standin,
in a world that's so cold,
Maybe I'm to demandin,
Or maybe I'm just my father, too bold,
Maybe I'm just my mother,
never satisfied,
Why do we scream at other,
This is it sounds like,
thugs cry...