Luyện nghe bài hát Make Mamma Proud

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

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

I use to make good grades, but I in class
In middle school I was late I walked 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 thirteen, I got even fades
Everybody wearing Air Macs, and J's
But all my parents about, was B's and A's

In school, I picked 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 I know now, I wouldn't believe it
The goals that I set, I wouldn't achieve it
I'd be locked up, or running the streets
I'd wouldn't have platinum, in front of my teeth

I'd still be mocking, trying to earn a dollar
I'd probably be in the hood sherm or powder
But instead, I'm making bread, legal
Going to church and staying away from these 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 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 rock the
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, gonna treat you bad
Take your commissary, and 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, your little boy making it
I'm ain't selling dope mama, I'm making it

So when you go to sleep at night, you know I'm
'Cause in Houston somebody catching a case
Like yesterday, my went to jail
And he ain't coming home until he fifty

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

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

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 make my mama proud

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