Luyện nghe bài hát When Thugs Cry

How can you just me standin,
Alone in a world so cold,
I'm just to demandin,
Or I'm just like my father, too bold,
Maybe I'm just my mother,
Shes satisfied,
Why do we scream at other,
is what it sounds like,(uh huh)
When cry,

yo, off i got a seed come'n,
So I even front like I dont need nothin,
Dependin on sales for me to see somethin,
But that back, how the fuck I'm supposed to feed little Budden,
I've been to jail before been a bum before,
But a nigga aint had a son before,
I've wit pain and fire, I've done bang wit fighta's,
But I aint never changed a (I aint ready)
since i signed niggas been on my back,
Like mouse up, when I'm gettin on the track,
So the hood me, Figured they be much kinda,
Like Joe and we come'n right behind'ya,
Everybody in the hood that,
Since I'm for everybody in the hood that rap,
They like how I do shit,
Say I changed, I'm the same that ya'll went to high school wit,
all these years, still the same drug addict,
And its fucked up, I'm sober wit them drug habits,
I pinch, thief, con, and lie, rob, shoot,
Difference now is I high,
Cats is after me, at I gotta crew to warn me,
But I don't like walkin around wit 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 leave 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,
This is it sounds like,
thugs cry,

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

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