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 learned to count money before I read and talk
And my mama told me son, you need to
I couldn't stand at the back, I had to the line

I use to make good grades, but I in class
In middle I was late when I walked in class
If the ran a errand, I taught the class
And what I didn't know, I was to ask

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

In school, I picked up my pen and pad
I had dreams, of pulling up in a or Jag
I had to get it on my own, I couldn't 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 goals that I set, I achieve it
I'd probably be locked up, or the streets
I'd probably wouldn't have platinum, in front of my

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

You only got one life, you better do you can
'Cause you turn 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 proud

You only got one life, you better do you can
when 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

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

So I'm staying out of trouble, I'm my dream
I you see your little 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 when you go to sleep at night, you know I'm
'Cause in Houston everyday somebody catching a
Like yesterday, my partner to jail
And he ain't coming home until he seven

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

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

You only got one life, you do what you can
when 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 make my mama proud

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