Luyện nghe bài hát Daddy's Gone

Push, push, push,
Push, push, it comes
It's, it's a

1971 a young girl gave
Only a child, bringin' another on this earth
Only 15 of age
But comin' from the ghetto, it won't the front page

See, the way shit go
And to the government she ain't nothin' but hoe
all she want is food stamps
Give her a check and let her hang with the school

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

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

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

He fall into another statistic
Claimin' black men don't do
But the way it is
And do they know daddy also sheds tears

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

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

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

'Cause is demandin'
It takes lots of and understandin'
But go and tie the knot anyway
And be gettin' their own crib any day

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

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

out the do', black
And never takes another back
Now grandma's house is an home
Now that gone, daddy's gone, yeah

Daddy broke before I in this muthafucka
And the job to be done by my mother's mother
Raised up by my son
'Cause my mark-ass never came around for guidance

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

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

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

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

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