Luyện nghe bài hát Laugh Now, Cry Later

Uh huh, understand
I don't give a fuck about what y'all about
I ain't tryin' to hear of that shit

Nigga, do what I wanna do
When I wanna do it, how I do it
And you better I don't do it to you

Now, I don't care what got to say
I care what grandmomma got to say
Nigga, I'm
Let me tell you a lil' about me

I was born not to give a fuck, wanna drink, get cup
Turn it up, it up, take the world, blow it up
Somebody slow it up, it up, smoke it up
My own momma can't me from loc'n up

One ear, out the other, one man out to
The neighborhood that left me here without my
you, undercovers and you dirty motherfuckers
In the hood that still fuck without

Club hop, bar hop, car shop, nail
To the mall, spend it all, why the hell
What bills, what rent, don't know what's
Why you care, do you work for the

Fuck it, homey, laugh now and cry later
Get your paper, we can laugh now and cry
All you players, you can laugh now and cry
Investigators let you laugh now and cry

See, I'm a of this urban decay
A nigga dyin' for tomorrow, but for today
A nigga lie, steal and borrow and okay
Don't you tell motherfuckers that my name is O'Shea

'Cause I'ma up my baby's credit, let him regret it
Seven months old, he's already got a jail
I'm the one to blame, put it in my name
a drama queen, but I got the bling bling

I the watch and the bracelet and the earrings
I you all to show up at my hearings
Tell the judge, I'm a nice nigga, nigga
And I'ma play the sad face when he look,

Fuck it, homey, laugh now and cry later
Get your paper, we can now and cry later
All you players, you can now and cry later
let you laugh now and cry later

It's fucked up, that y'all won't my calls
Tell momma, at least, she can some drawers
walls make y'all forget about me
I'm home in two thousand thirty-three

But that's irrelevant, did you get the I sent?
What I a bitch, you better stay celibate
She start lyin' to me, tell me, who she ain't
Never tell me that my homeboys ain't

Bun in the oven, it belong to my
Got the nerve to tell me that you really me
I'ma kill her ass when a nigga parole
Hit her with my cane, 'cause a nigga and old

Fuck it, homey, I'ma now and cry later
Get your paper, we can now and cry later
All you players, you can now and cry later
Investigators let you now and cry later

Man, it right, man
You know, ain't doin' me right, man
A nigga to do right, man
You know, I'm tryin' to change my life, man, you

I done the Lord while I'm in here, you know?
I I'm to do right now, I mean
You know, I'm for everythang

That I, I I mean, you
That's up, how y'all doin' me, man
Y'all niggaz could at least me somethin'

Alright, four guys, let's go
Two, three, three, four, it up