Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Cry

Yeah,
Need y'all to feel me, yo,
my pain,
Said soft niggas last hard times, yo,
that shit,
Yea, (yeah) ay (ay),
Real don't cry,
Look,
Yo-
Was a youngin' with that fresh fade,
chest, legs skinny,
That dreaming had me tryna be the next Penny,
pennies on my feet,
Momma paid for I'm wearing,
At the staring at girls, not a care in the world.
Aw. nigga, but shit done changed "Mayne" was my nickname,
A little nigga chasing things, kick game,
Now I'm a man worried my fam.
Let me explain,
like my pockets stay broke, and if not them shit's sprained.
And so I rap for my trapped in the struggle,
Feeling like the world's on back so you stumble,
And it feels a quarterback get sacked, and then you fumble.
Jobs don't call a back, so it's back to the hustle.
Niggas praying for moms,
At the same time they moms for them.
Ask the to stay with them, guide them on they way,
But a nigga been a lost fate.
It on the usual,
The only you catch me up at church is a funeral.
(Damn)

Sometimes turn to rain my nigga,
The same ones you love bring you pain, my nigga,
I don't know if see tomorrow,
I won't cry (no), I cry.
And in this life times getting my nigga,
But that, I'm aiming for the stars, my nigga,
I won't try 'til the day I die,
And I cry (no), I can't cry.
(Ay, ay, ay, yea)
(Listen, yo)

I sit and watch the news every now and then,
Either get depressed or mad from watching the just crash,
the weathers bad.
It be the shit, got my brain twisted,
Like, "Damn it's '06 and still up on that gang shit? "
this kid got his whole frame split,
Only seventeen, he was to graduate.
And like, three weeks some niggas got him for his chain,
But he fought back, they blasted him and him on the pavement. (uh)
And now they telling me little girl just got raped,
dude snatched her and she was standing at the bus stop,
Wait, man she eleven!

the fuck is up with this world?
Got these grown fucking with girls?
Plus the cops us,
week be blasting us, on accident- or so they claim.
Reporters sympathizing like they truly the pain, (right)
They her only son,
Make her wanna blow her out,
the channel nigga, I can't watch this.

Sometimes turn to rain my nigga,
The same ones you will bring you pain, my nigga,
I don't if I'll see tomorrow,
I won't cry (no), I cry.
And in life times getting hard my nigga, (yea)
But fuck that, I'm for the stars, my nigga, (yea, uh)
I stop- try 'til the day I die,
And I won't cry (no), I cry.
(Ay, ay, ay, yea)
(Look, yo)

a ride through the city man,
And tell me you witness,
Poverty, richness, crooked and misfits,
Violence, hatred, devastation,