Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Cry

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

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

But I know, I'm livin' now, why you me put the guns down?
up the mic, start rappin' for a living 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 'cause you looks just me
Day you came into this world, I was so
Eleven one, double zero, my baby girl is here

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

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

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

Press rewind, you hear me right
It's a lesson to the song, I'm tryin' to you right
Just remember your taught you to go home
sing that sad song, don't cry

Just remember father taught you to go home
Never sing that sad song, cry
Just remember father taught you to go home
sing that 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 niggaz out
Have you stressin' by the
Never your back
On your them dudes cowards

days sweet, and some sour
But we make it together
The world is ours, and my flower
If ice, you can get that model chicks hit
Never stress the downfalls, just 'bout the get back

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

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

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