Luyện nghe bài hát When Thugs Cry

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

yo, First off i got a come'n,
So I wont even like I dont need nothin,
Dependin on record for me to see somethin,
But that fall back, how the I'm supposed to feed little Budden,
I've to jail before I've been a bum before,
But a aint never had a son before,
I've wit pain and fire, I've done bang wit fighta's,
But I never changed a dippa' (I aint ready)
Ever since i niggas been on my back,
Like mouse what up, I'm gettin on the track,
So the hood hates me, they be much kinda,
Joe congratulations and we come'n right behind'ya,
Everybody in the hood that,
I'm responsible for everybody in the hood that rap,
They like how I do shit,
Say I changed, I'm the same nigga that ya'll went to school wit,
all these years, still the same drug addict,
And its fucked up, I'm wit them same drug habits,
I pinch, thief, con, and lie, rob, shoot,
now is I aint high,
Cats is after me, at I gotta crew to warn me,
But I don't like walkin around wit 32 on me,
at my mans is real, at least me families there,
Is it rap, the answers 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,
Shes satisfied,
Why do we at each other,
This is it sounds like,
When cry,

Yo, I'm a surviva', seen darker days,
A boy wit my fathers 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 brother, I didn't know that
See I was told that,
if so I woulda' been at the wit a basketball and a Kodak,
Love my baby moms to death, she believe that,
I aint ever there for her to see that,
Don't lose my wiz, beggin her to do this bid,
Not jail but music shit,
And I your family me, but we've come far,
Just us the world un-armed, me and my girlfriend,
Come a time when mind aint right, and you palm a luga',
And you get to not bein useda',
I'm wit where the lord place me,
But I hold my heat, and 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, have 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,
in a world that's 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 it sounds like,
thugs cry...