Luyện nghe bài hát When Thugs Cry

How can you leave me standin,
Alone in a thats so cold,
I'm just to demandin,
Or I'm just like my father, too bold,
Maybe I'm just my mother,
never satisfied,
Why do we scream at other,
is what it sounds like,(uh huh)
thugs cry,

yo, First off i got a come'n,
So I wont even front I dont need nothin,
on record sales for me to see somethin,
But that fall back, how the fuck I'm to feed little Budden,
I've to jail before I've been a bum before,
But a aint never had a son before,
I've wit pain and fire, I've done bang wit fighta's,
But I aint never a dippa' (I aint ready)
since i signed niggas been on my back,
Like what up, when I'm gettin on the track,
So the hates me, Figured they be much kinda,
Like Joe congratulations and we right behind'ya,
in the hood 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 same nigga that went to high school wit,
After all these years, the same drug addict,
And its fucked up, I'm sober wit them drug habits,
I pinch, thief, con, and lie, rob, shoot,
Difference now is I high,
Cats is after me, at I gotta crew to warn me,
But I don't like 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 leave me standin,
Alone in a that's so cold,
I'm just to demandin,
Or maybe I'm just my father, too bold,
I'm just like my mother,
Shes satisfied,
Why do we scream at other,
is what it sounds like,
When cry,

Yo, I'm a surviva', I've darker days,
A boy wit my fathers ways,
But i had to see my mom in tears,
When pops went to the store for them newports, that he stay fine in years,
My little brother in the same state, I didn't know that,
Yeah I gotta little brother, I didn't that
See I was told that,
if so I woulda' been at the wit a basketball and a Kodak,
Love my baby to death, she don't believe that,
Shit I aint ever for her to see that,
wanna lose my wiz, beggin her to do this bid,
Not but this music shit,
And I your family hate me, but come far,
us against the world 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 never to take it off safety,
I pray for all my niggas, pitchen on the Jersey City,
get the recognition it deserves,
I for me son, he'll have genes like me,
Pray that he don't have to go like me,
Pray to god bring out the things, I never I had in me,
The of my mom and dad in me, (uhh huhh)

How can you leave me standin,
Alone in a world so cold,
I'm just to demandin,
Or maybe I'm just my father, too bold,
I'm just like my mother,
Shes satisfied,
Why do we scream at other,
This is what it like,
thugs cry...