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

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

Oh, baby, I'm goin'
I keep seein' shit that amaze me
Still, I had to a motherfucker last week
He I was a punk
An' tried to up on me in my sleep

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' burnin' 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 wit a gangsta
An' I know he's a but I love dat nigga

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

The kids keep askin' where's their
I had to tell 'em Daddy got by the coppers
It's 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 you ain't shit black
An' when you get out, jack
An' go right the fuck back
Damn, the gettin' hot an' heavy
An' yeah, I'm gettin' sweated by homey
In the blue an' Chevy

But now he's got a condo an' a new Lexus
Wants me to take a trip him down to Texas
The ends don't justify the
An' in another life he might've been the man of my

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

Mama, I'm in wit a gangsta
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 fuck you you need a friend?
I can't be havin' no 'round my kids
Don't you make me break up outta this
An' start motherfuckers, shit

I know 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 ain't shit, I don't wanna have to him

'Cos think about the times that we used to
make me reach out an' touch that ass
You put yourself in danger you fuck with a buster
Like shootin' dice without a pistol, in a circle of

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

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

Aiyo, the homey 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 in the pen since '92

Them visits ain't doin' the trick, fucks make me sick
'Cos this po' tat needs a cat nip
An' that motherfucker representin' you, I he resents you
He got he never presents to

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

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

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