Luyện nghe bài hát Make Mama Proud

My life, my life, my life, my
My life, my life, my

In elementary I used crayons, chalk
I learned to count money before I could and talk
And my mama me son, you need to shine
I couldn't stand at the back, I had to lead the

I use to make good grades, but I talked in
In middle school I was late I walked in class
If the teacher ran a errand, I taught the
And what I know, I was about to ask

And just because I played ball, I got grades
And when I thirteen, I got even fades
Everybody Air Macs, Ree's and J's
But all my parents about, was B's and A's

In high school, I up my pen and pad
I had dreams, of up in a Benz or Jag
I had to get it on my own, I depend on dad
I had to up too fast, but then I'm glad

Because the stuff I know now, I wouldn't it
The main that I set, I wouldn't achieve it
I'd probably be up, or running the streets
I'd wouldn't have platinum, in front of my teeth

I'd probably be mocking, trying to earn a dollar
I'd probably be in the selling sherm or powder
But instead, I'm making bread, dough
Going to church and staying away from evil hoes

You got one life, you better do what you can
'Cause when you thirteen, you are a man
And I can't be broke so I'm a rock the
It's up to me, I gotta make my proud

You only got one life, you do what you can
'Cause when you thirteen, you are a man
And I can't be so I'm a rock the crowd
up to me, I gotta make my mama proud

There's a place called and a place called hell
There's a place called freedom and a called jail
And if you go to jail, they treat you bad
your commissary, and beat you bad

So I'm staying out of trouble, I'm my dream
I know you see little boy on T.V. screens
I'm blowing up, little boy making it happen
I'm selling dope mama, I'm making it rappin'

So when you go to sleep at night, you know I'm
'Cause in Houston everyday catching a case
Like yesterday, my went to jail
And he coming home until he fifty seven

He nineteen, so you do the
I got smart, man, I to rap
So when I grow up, my kids can have a life
That's all I wrote, y'all good night

You only got one life, you better do you can
'Cause you turn thirteen, you are a man
And I can't be broke so I'm a rock the
It's up to me, I gotta make my proud

You only got one life, you better do you can
'Cause when you thirteen, you are a man
And I be broke so I'm a rock the crowd
It's up to me, I gotta make my mama

I gotta make my mama
I gotta my mama proud
I gotta make my proud
I'm ain't selling mama, I'm making it rappin'