Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Cry

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

I sent you from off and I miss you when I was tourin'
Smilin' at baby pictures, so happy, tears pourin'
God, how can somethin' so beautiful from me?
After the gunshots, thought you was done me

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

Tryin' to make your moms life ya must be crazy, and fightin'
I she love me 'cause you looks just like me
Day you into 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 time I heard your
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 your
I prayed to God it had to be
Got a son now, cuttin' the game, stoppin' the
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, the game, stoppin' the bullshit

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

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

rewind, you didn't hear me right
It's a lesson to the song, I'm tryin' to steer you
Just remember your father you to go home
Never sing that sad song, cry

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

Huh, ain't gon' preach to you
let your moms school you
Don't let the streets you
Streets'll do you, that's why I'm to you

Yeah, you see niggaz out here
Have you stressin' by the
Never turn your
On foes them dudes cowards

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

And I ain't sex is wrong
Just sure he strap a condom on
And never, ever do it in your home

Yeah, never call a a bitch
respect, son, pop ya collar
Ain't free, scrape and lock every dollar

And I will leave you 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