Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Cry

Yeah,
Need niggas 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,
Bird chest, skinny,
That hoop had me tryna be the next Penny,
Fresh on my feet,
paid for everything I'm wearing,
At the fair at girls, not a care in the world.
Aw. nigga, but shit changed since "Mayne" was my nickname,
A little chasing things, tryna kick game,
Now I'm a man worried my fam.
Let me explain,
It's my pockets stay broke, and if not them shit's sprained.
And so I rap for my trapped in the struggle,
Feeling the world's on your back so you stumble,
And it like 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 they moms pray for them.
Ask the Lord to stay with them, guide on they way,
But damn a nigga been a fate.
It on the usual,
The only time you catch me up at is a funeral.
(Damn)

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

I sit back and watch the every now and then,
Either get or mad from watching the world 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? "
Yesterday kid got his whole frame split,
Only seventeen, he was to graduate.
And like, three weeks stupid niggas got him for his chain,
But he fought back, blasted him and left him on the pavement. (uh)
And now they telling me this little girl got raped,
dude snatched her and she was standing at the bus stop,
Wait, man she eleven!

What the fuck is up this world?
Got these grown fucking with girls?
Plus the harassing us,
Every week be us, on accident- or so they claim.
sympathizing like they truly know the pain, (right)
They killed her son,
her wanna blow her brains out,
Change the channel nigga, I watch this.

Sometimes sunshine turn to my nigga,
The same ones you love will you pain, my nigga,
I don't know if see tomorrow,
I cry (no), I can't cry.
And in this life times hard my nigga, (yea)
But that, I'm aiming 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 me what you witness,
Poverty, richness, crooked and misfits,
Violence, hatred, devastation,