Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Cry

Amayah wake up
I you're sleepin', but daddy's home now
Pictures gettin' old, my lil' girl grown now
Your mom's said you're on your own, walkin' on your own now
Run across the floor in them baby drawers

I you from off tour and I miss you when I was tourin'
Smilin' at them pictures, so happy, tears pourin'
God, how can so beautiful come from me?
the gunshots, thought you was done with me

But I know, I'm livin' now, why you me put the guns down?
Pick up the mic, start for a living now
My sun, my moon, my stars, my
My wind, my fire, my life, my

to make your moms life ya must be crazy, fussin' and fightin'
I know she love me 'cause you looks like me
Day you came this world, I was so excited
Eleven twenty one, double zero, my baby is here

Yo, yo, you see rap shit, I do it for you
And the first I heard your voice
I prayed to God it had to be
Got a son now, cuttin' the game, stoppin' the

Yo, yo, you see rap shit, I do it for you
And the first time I heard voice
I prayed to God it had to be
Got a son now, the game, stoppin' the bullshit
The

Yo, yo, you see rap shit, I do it for you
And the first time I heard your
I to God it had to be true
Got a son now, cuttin' the game, the bullshit

Remember eyein' your enemy, can you pull
out Cali, came back, snatched my son
My girl moms and I moved out
Yeah, your pop's gone bananas, seen wild hard
Bigger house, yard, nappy with the crash bar

Off hersh', shit you stupid, you ain't no dad nigga
Takin' your black ass to court for all you nigga
You see me and your moms, that's topic
Ain't no whip in this with a price you can't cop it

Press rewind, you hear me right
It's a lesson to the song, I'm tryin' to steer you
Just remember your taught you to go home
Never sing that sad song, cry

Just remember your father you to go home
Never sing sad song, don't cry
Just remember your taught you to go home
Never that sad song, don't cry

Huh, ain't gon' preach to you
I'ma let your moms you
let the streets fool you
Streets'll do you, why I'm talkin' to you

Yeah, you see these niggaz out
Have you by the hour
turn your back
On your them dudes cowards

Some sweet, and some sour
But we make it together
The is ours, and you're my flower
If it's ice, you can get that model hit
Never about the downfalls, just 'bout the get back

And I sayin' sex is wrong
Just make sure he strap a on
And never, ever do it in your home

Yeah, never call a girl a
Show respect, son, pop ya
Ain't nothin' free, scrape and lock dollar

And I will you with this
My lil' angel, daddy you
How I'd die for you, cry for you, for you
Yeah, switchin' handles like you a zone
Candy impala on the golden bridge, bouncin' on chrome