Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Cry

Amayah up baby
I you're sleepin', but daddy's home now
Pictures old, my lil' girl lookin' grown now
Your mom's said you're talkin' on your own, walkin' on own now
Run across the floor in them baby drawers

I sent you from off tour and I miss you when I was
Smilin' at them pictures, so happy, tears pourin'
God, how can somethin' so come from me?
After the gunshots, thought you was done me

But I know, I'm livin' now, why you made me put the guns
Pick up the mic, start rappin' for a now
My sun, my moon, my stars, my
My wind, my fire, my life, my

Tryin' to your moms life ya must be crazy, fussin' and fightin'
I know she love me 'cause you looks just me
Day you came into world, I was so excited
Eleven twenty one, zero, my baby girl is here

Yo, yo, you see rap shit, I do it for you
And the first time I heard your
I to God it had to be true
Got a son now, the game, stoppin' the bullshit

Yo, yo, you see rap shit, I do it for you
And the time I heard your voice
I prayed to God it had to be
Got a son now, cuttin' the game, stoppin' the
The

Yo, yo, you see rap shit, I do it for you
And the first I heard your voice
I prayed to God it had to be
Got a son now, cuttin' the game, stoppin' the

eyein' your enemy, can you pull quick
Dipped out Cali, came back, my son
My moms and I moved out Maui
Yeah, your gone bananas, seen wild went hard
Bigger house, yard, nappy with the crash bar

Off that hersh', you stupid, you ain't no dad nigga
Takin' black ass to court for all you have nigga
You see me and your moms, another topic
Ain't no whip in this world with a price you cop it

Press rewind, you didn't hear me
It's a lesson to the song, I'm tryin' to steer you
Just remember father taught you to go home
Never sing sad song, don't cry

Just remember your father taught you to go
Never sing sad song, don't cry
Just remember father taught you to go home
Never sing sad song, don't cry

Huh, daddy ain't preach to you
I'ma let your school you
Don't let the streets you
Streets'll do you, why I'm talkin' to you

Yeah, you see these niggaz out
you stressin' by the hour
Never turn back
On your them dudes cowards

Some sweet, and some sour
But we gon' make it
The is ours, and you're my flower
If it's ice, you can get that model hit
Never stress the downfalls, just 'bout the get back

And I ain't sayin' sex is
Just sure he strap a condom on
And never, do it in your mother's home

Yeah, never call a a bitch
Show respect, son, pop ya
Ain't nothin' free, and lock every dollar

And I leave you with this
My angel, daddy loves you
How I'd die for you, cry for you, for you
Yeah, handles like you breakin' a zone
Candy impala on the golden bridge, bouncin' on chrome