Luyện nghe bài hát Make Mamma Proud

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

In elementary I used crayons, chalk
I to count money before I could read 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 in class
In middle school I was late when I in class
If the ran a errand, I taught the class
And what I didn't know, I was to ask

And because I played ball, I got easy grades
And when I turned thirteen, I got even
wearing 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 pulling up in a 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 know now, I wouldn't it
The main goals I set, I wouldn't achieve it
I'd probably be up, or running the streets
I'd probably have platinum, in front of my teeth

I'd probably still be mocking, trying to earn a
I'd probably be in the hood sherm or powder
But instead, I'm making bread, dough
Going to church and staying away 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 make my mama proud

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

a place 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 out of trouble, I'm chasing my dream
I know you see your little boy on T.V.
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
in Houston everyday somebody catching a case
Like yesterday, my went 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 I grow up, my kids can have a good life
That's all I wrote, y'all have night

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
It's up to me, I make my mama proud

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 mama

I gotta make my proud
I gotta make my proud
I make my mama proud
I'm selling dope mama, I'm making it rappin'