Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Cry

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

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

But I know, I'm livin' now, why you made me put the down?
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 make your life ya must be crazy, fussin' and fightin'
I know she love me you looks just like me
Day you came into world, I was so excited
twenty one, double zero, my baby girl is here

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

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

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

eyein' your enemy, can you pull quick
Dipped out Cali, back, snatched my son
My girl moms and I out Maui
Yeah, your pop's gone bananas, wild went hard
house, wider yard, nappy with the crash bar

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

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

Just remember your father taught you to go
sing that 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 moms school you
let the streets fool you
Streets'll do you, why I'm talkin' to you

Yeah, you see these out here
you stressin' by the hour
Never your back
On your foes them cowards

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

And I sayin' sex is wrong
Just sure he strap a condom on
And never, do it in your mother's home

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

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