Luyện nghe bài hát Daddy's Gone

Push, push, push,
Push, push, here it
It's, a girl

a young girl gave birth
Only a child, bringin' another child on earth
Only 15 of age
But from the ghetto, it won't make the front page

See, that's the way go
And to the she ain't nothin' but another hoe
Thinkin' all she is food stamps
Give her a check and let her with the school tramps

And mama's mad
'Cause now she gotta watch her little girl up fast
Straight ghetto life, ghetto drama
Wanted a baby doll, now she's mama

And is so confusin' to her
Askin' herself why is happenin' to her
So now she choose
Between a box of Pampers and a pair of new shoes

Never had to make choice before
Never a baby's voice before
And the daddy nowhere to be found
Too bein' a hoe around town

He just into another statistic
Claimin' men don't do shit
But the way it is
And little do they know also sheds tears

'Cause he don't what to do
Be a to his child, or run with a crew
You say, easy choice, be a father
But why should he do it his father didn't bother?

Just sample, I guess
Of black men bad examples
Thinkin' deep about the whole
Takes his last bit of money and goes to buy a ring

And asks her to her
Promise to get a job, so he can her
that's the way to do it
But do they know that there's much more to it

'Cause marriage is
It takes of patience and understandin'
But go and tie the knot anyway
And they'll be gettin' their own any day

The first of months were alright
A new crib, to a new life
But then the arguments
And the constant fightin' got 'em thrown out apartment

So now they gotta move in her momma
And just adds to the muthafuckin' problems
now he's feelin' like he failed
And while they he grabs his shit and bails

Smooth out the do',
And never takes another back
Now grandma's is an unhappy home
Now that daddy's gone, daddy's gone,

Daddy broke before I stepped in muthafucka
And left the job to be done by my mother's
Raised up by my son
'Cause my mark-ass daddy came around for guidance

So now I'm forced to up on my own two
'Cause dear had to work three jobs, duke
He even want my friendship
I the mark-ass nigga wasn't down to begin with

Too late to come around his drunk ass
And up my mom with his punk ass
And got dread
I guess I shouldn't so bad about my dad

So it is, brothers
If you gon' have babies, you need to father them
'Cause if you in due time
Your kids'll speak about daddy like I do mine

So do a favor
Take your to the park, buy 'em shit, and they'll pay you later
But not the issue
If you'd die now your little kids wouldn't even miss you

So put away your
Call your up and tell her to make room for daddy
if you don't you'll be alone
And the only thing they'll say about daddy, is is gone
Daddy's gone,