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

Hey, baby, how you doin'? What's on?
I'm sittin' in my motherfuckin' cell, the same song
Tell my kids that I 'em
But don't 'em that I'm through
Keep an' tell 'em I'll be home soon

Oh, baby, I'm crazy
'Cos I keep seein' shit that me
Still, I had to kill a motherfucker week
He thought I was a
An' tried to up on me in my sleep

I just think that I could hold or squeeze or
Or ya but I can't, so fuck it
I'm behind these bars an' it's burnin' nitro
I go psycho, the man on the tower got a rifle
Aw, shit, there the go

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

Hey baby, what's happenin',
How you I miss you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aiyo, the homey with the Lexus
He took the to Texas
Now he's wearin' the Lexus like a necklace
So tell me, what's the drill, baby pa? What's a to do?
My stretched in the pen since '92

Them visits ain't doin' the trick, fucks make me sick
'Cos po' puddy tat needs a cat nip
An' that representin' you, I think he resents you
He got evidence he presents to

The people in court, I heard abortin'
he doin' about gettin' you out to hold the fort?
I got some ends, I'ma send you a dime an' two
Mama hates you but damn, I got love for a

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

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