Luyện nghe bài hát Make Mama Proud

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

In I used crayons, even chalk
I to count money before I could read and talk
And my mama told me son, you need to
I couldn't at the back, I had to lead the line

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

And just because I played ball, I got grades
And when I turned thirteen, I got even
Everybody wearing Air Macs, 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 couldn't on dad
I had to grow up too fast, but I'm glad

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

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

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

You only got one life, you better do 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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