Luyện nghe bài hát When Thugs Cry

How can you leave 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 just my mother,
Shes satisfied,
Why do we at each other,
is what it sounds like,(uh huh)
When cry,

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

How can you leave me standin,
Alone in a that's so cold,
Maybe I'm to demandin,
Or maybe I'm like my father, too bold,
Maybe I'm like my mother,
Shes satisfied,
Why do we scream at other,
This is it sounds like,
thugs 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 pops went to the store for them newports, that he musta' 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 never that,
if so I been at the door wit a basketball and a Kodak,
Love my baby moms to death, she believe that,
Shit I 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 hate me, but come far,
Just us 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 the lord place me,
But I my heat, and pray I never have to take it off safety,
I for all my niggas, pitchen on the curve Jersey City,
It'll get the it deserves,
I pray for me son, he'll genes like me,
Pray that he don't have to go like me,
to god bring out the things, I never 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 just my father, too bold,
I'm just like my mother,
Shes satisfied,
Why do we scream at other,
This is what it like,
When cry...