Luyện nghe bài hát When Thugs Cry

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

yo, First off i got a 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,
been to jail before I've 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 never changed a dippa' (I aint ready)
Ever since i signed niggas on my back,
Like mouse what up, 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 responsible for everybody in the that rap,
They don't how I do shit,
Say I changed, I'm the nigga that ya'll went to high school wit,
After all these years, still the drug addict,
And its up, I'm sober wit them same 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 like walkin around wit this 32 on me,
at least my 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,
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,
When pops went to the store for them newports, that he musta' fine in years,
My little brother lives in the same state, I know that,
I gotta little brother, I didn't know that
See I was told that,
if so I woulda' at the door wit a basketball and a Kodak,
Love my baby to death, she don't believe that,
Shit I aint ever for her to see that,
wanna lose my wiz, beggin her to do this bid,
Not but this music shit,
And I your family hate me, but come far,
us against the world un-armed, me and my girlfriend,
Come a time your mind aint right, and you palm a luga',
And you get used to not useda',
I'm cool wit where the place me,
But I hold my heat, and pray I have to take it off safety,
I pray for all my niggas, pitchen on the Jersey City,
get the recognition it deserves,
I pray for me son, he'll have genes me,
that he don't have to go everything like me,
Pray to god bring out the things, I knew I had in me,
The of my mom and dad in me, (uhh huhh)

How can you just me standin,
Alone in a that's so cold,
Maybe I'm to demandin,
Or maybe I'm like my father, too bold,
I'm just like my mother,
Shes satisfied,
Why do we at each other,
This is what it like,
When cry...