Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Daddy

[W.C.]
FUCK MY DADDY, is somethin I've wantin to say for the longest
I'm givin peace to moms, moms was the strongest
Cause daddy me at a young age
And me and my baby brother my mother's way
And comin home every night
I used to hear him momma by the neck, lookin for fights
Lit as a wino, but as a psycho
I used to under the covers with my eyes closed
Cryin and hopin tonight that daddy trip
momma already need stitches in her top lip
Cause got mad and beat the hell out of her
And throwin chairs against the wall night, became a regular
I used to and hope that daddy would die
Cause over nothin momma's sufferin a up black eye
And at the end of my prayers, cryin myself to
All I could about was FUCK MY DADDY
A well rounded family, yo I don't
The way I grew up, wasn't nuthin like The Cosby
Pops gave me no props, just cheap shots
Say the wrong thing and I just get dropped
Cause I remember times I asked for a quarter
And pops was on the verge of a voluntary
Always about the bills he had to pay
The story of his life, I thought about a
Front for his friends and spendin all his
on his women, his dope and alcohol
My brother, my mother and me got and fews
pants, Top Ramen, and holy shoes
It got so scandalous, pops had me spendin the night
takin chances
Sleepin in the bed with his girlfriend
And I'm to tell my momma cause I might not live
I guess you can say that Poppa was a Rolling Stone
But me I'm a victim of the plague of the broken home
Another sad with the sickness
Daddy must die, God is my
For doin my mother wrong, and breakin up her home
The reason that I this song
is for who can't or won't, I say it gladly
MY DADDY!
"Now you know, that you can't tell momma we came here tonight."
"But my moms."
"I don't care, I'm your -- boy you don't be talkin back"
"That ain't though."
"I you don't talk back to me son, WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?"
"Yeah but that's my mom though, you do that."
"Don't talk to me boy! Come here, I'll whoop your little ass!"
[W.C.]
Thank you momma for birth to me, God knows
you coulda got an abortion, and didn't to deal with me
I know the last twelve years has hell
You had two roles to play, momma and daddy as
I'm sorry for the times I brought home
a daddy thought a lot I had to learn on my own
At the age of nine I start drinkin brews
And I had to teach myself how to screw
And for my little things wasn't no better see
To him I was the closest thing he ever had to
Helped him with his school and then him how to squab
Momma wasn't around, cause see she had jobs
Cause done tracked out, and left us with the bills
Now we Wish burgers, and stale bread, and Skittles
Huh, and now that I look back, I'm glad I was
nowadays I mighta peeled his cap
Woulda grew up in a crazyhouse or
Spendin of my life, in maximum security
But nah, cause be goin out just like a sucka
When I was young, pops me that I'd grow to be nuttin
They keep me revenge is a loss so don't sweat
But everytime I think of daddy I think of necks
Now, some say that I'm wrong for speakin the truth
But when you tell the truth you gotta kick the scoop
This ain't a diss to every father some fathers are cool
This is a message from the Dub, that I had to
To every kid on the Circle like me, hurtin
Put up your middle and say, FUCK MY DADDY!
"Fuck you, young ass punk daddy!"