Luyện nghe bài hát When Thugs Cry

How can you leave me standin,
in a world thats so cold,
Maybe I'm to demandin,
Or maybe I'm like my father, too bold,
I'm just like my mother,
Shes satisfied,
Why do we scream at other,
is what it sounds like,(uh huh)
When cry,

yo, off i got a seed come'n,
So I wont even front like I need nothin,
on record sales for me to see somethin,
But that fall back, how the fuck I'm supposed to little Budden,
I've been to jail I've been a bum before,
But a nigga never had a son before,
I've dealt wit pain and fire, I've bang wit fighta's,
But I aint never changed a (I aint ready)
Ever since i signed niggas on my back,
Like mouse what up, I'm gettin on the track,
So the hood hates me, Figured be much kinda,
Like Joe and we come'n right behind'ya,
Everybody in the like that,
Since I'm responsible for everybody in the hood rap,
don't like how I do shit,
Say I changed, I'm the nigga that ya'll went to high school wit,
After all years, still the same drug addict,
And its fucked up, I'm sober wit them same habits,
I pinch, thief, con, and lie, rob, shoot,
Difference now is I high,
Cats is after me, at least I crew to warn me,
But I don't walkin around wit this 32 on me,
at least my mans is real, at me families there,
Is it wroth rap, the yeah,
But I know...

How can you just me standin,
Alone in a that's so cold,
Maybe I'm to demandin,
Or maybe I'm like my father, too bold,
Maybe I'm like my mother,
Shes satisfied,
Why do we scream at other,
is what it sounds like,
When cry,

Yo, I'm a surviva', seen darker days,
A mommas boy wit my ways,
But i had to see my mom in tears,
When pops went to the store for them newports, he musta' stay fine in years,
My little brother lives in the same state, I know that,
Yeah I gotta little brother, I didn't that
See I was told that,
if so I woulda' at the door wit a basketball and a Kodak,
Love my baby moms to death, she don't that,
Shit I ever there for her to see that,
Don't lose my wiz, beggin her to do this bid,
Not jail but music shit,
And I your family me, but we've come far,
Just us against the un-armed, me and my girlfriend,
Come a time when your aint right, and you palm a luga',
And you get to not bein useda',
I'm cool wit the lord place me,
But I hold my heat, and pray I have to take it off safety,
I pray for all my niggas, on the curve Jersey City,
It'll get the it deserves,
I pray for me son, he'll genes like me,
that he don't have to go everything like me,
Pray to god bring out the things, I knew I had in me,
The of my mom and dad in me, (uhh huhh)

How can you leave me standin,
in a world that's so cold,
Maybe I'm to demandin,
Or maybe I'm like my father, too bold,
I'm just like my mother,
Shes satisfied,
Why do we at each other,
is what it sounds like,
When cry...