Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Cry

Amayah up baby
I know you're sleepin', but home now
gettin' old, my lil' girl lookin' grown now
Your mom's said talkin' on your 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'
at them baby pictures, so happy, tears pourin'
God, how can somethin' so beautiful come me?
the gunshots, thought you was done with me

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

Tryin' to make your moms life ya must be crazy, and fightin'
I know she love me you looks just like 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 I heard your voice
I prayed to God it had to be
Got a son now, cuttin' the game, 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, the game, stoppin' the bullshit

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

Off that hersh', shit you stupid, you no dad nigga
Takin' your black ass to court for all you have
You see me and your moms, another topic
Ain't no whip in world with a price you can't 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 your father you to go home
Never that sad song, don't cry
Just your father taught you to go home
Never that sad song, don't cry

Huh, daddy ain't gon' to you
I'ma let your school you
Don't let the fool you
Streets'll do you, that's why I'm to you

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

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

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

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

And I leave you with this
My lil' angel, loves 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, on chrome