Luyện nghe bài hát Mama I'm In Love Wit A Gangsta

Hey, baby, how you doin'? goin' on?
I'm in my motherfuckin' cell, it's the same song
Tell my that I love 'em
But tell 'em that I'm through
Keep cryin' an' tell 'em I'll be home

Oh, baby, I'm goin'
'Cos I seein' shit that amaze me
Still, I had to kill a last week
He thought I was a
An' tried to creep up on me in my

I just that I could hold or squeeze or touch
Or buck ya but I can't, so it
I'm behind these bars an' it's like nitro
I might go psycho, the man on the got a rifle
Aw, shit, the lights go

Mama, I'm in wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in love wit a
An' I know he's a killer but I dat nigga

Hey baby, what's happenin',
How you doin'? I you

The keep askin' where's their papa?
I had to tell 'em Daddy got by the coppers
It's for me to raise 'em up proper, by myself
It's a goddamn struggle a bitch ain't got no help

Now, tellin' me that you ain't shit black
An' you get out, you'll jack
An' probably go right the fuck
Damn, the pressure's hot an' heavy
An' yeah, I'm sweated by your homey
In the an' white Chevy

But now he's got a an' a brand new Lexus
Wants me to take a with him down to Texas
The don't justify the means
An' in life he might've been the man of my dreams

But you know I got your back to the end
But a bitch can't even trip like she doesn't a friend

Mama, I'm in love wit a
Mama, I'm in wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in love wit a
An' I know a killer but I love dat nigga

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What the you mean you need a friend?
I can't be havin' no niggas my kids
you make me break up outta this motherfucker
An' start motherfuckers, shit

I it's rough, I know it's tough
But when you fumble in the game, you get locked up
You better stay away that punk ass bitch
He shit, I don't wanna have to kill him

'Cos think about the that we used to have
Don't make me reach out an' that ass
You put yourself in danger when you fuck with a
shootin' dice without a pistol, in a circle of murderers

You got more class than the average type hooker,
Don't switch, he gotta but he ain't rich
Now I check but if you've got the check
Give a nigga a look an' put somethin' on my books,

Mama, I'm in wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in love wit a
Mama, I'm in wit a gangsta
An' I know he's a but I love dat nigga

Aiyo, remember the with the Lexus
He the trip to Texas
Now he's wearin' the Lexus like a necklace
So tell me, the drill, baby pa? What's a bitch to do?
My nigga's stretched in the pen '92

visits ain't doin' the trick, drop fucks make me sick
'Cos po' puddy tat needs a cat nip
An' that motherfucker representin' you, I think he you
He got evidence he never to

The people in court, I witnesses abortin'
What's he doin' about gettin' you out to hold the
I got some ends, I'ma send you a dime an' two
hates you but damn, I got love for a gangsta

Mama, I'm in wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in love wit a
Mama, I'm in love wit a
An' I know he's a killer but I dat nigga

Mama, I'm in wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in love wit a
An' I he's a killer