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

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

Oh, baby, I'm crazy
'Cos I keep seein' shit amaze me
Still, I had to a motherfucker last week
He I was a punk
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' burnin' like nitro
I go psycho, the man on the tower got a rifle
Aw, shit, the lights go

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 killer but I love dat

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

The kids keep askin' where's their
I had to 'em Daddy got caught 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' go right the fuck back
Damn, the pressure's gettin' hot an'
An' yeah, I'm gettin' by your homey
In the an' white Chevy

But now he's got a condo an' a new Lexus
me to take a trip with him down to Texas
The ends justify the means
An' in another life he might've been the man of my

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

Mama, I'm in love wit a
Mama, I'm in love wit a
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 no niggas 'round my kids
Don't you make me break up outta motherfucker
An' start motherfuckers, shit

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

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

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

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 killer but I dat nigga

Aiyo, remember the homey the Lexus
He took the trip to
Now he's wearin' the fuckin' Lexus a necklace
So tell me, what's the drill, baby pa? a bitch to do?
My nigga's stretched in the pen '92

Them visits ain't doin' the trick, drop make me sick
this po' puddy tat needs a cat nip
An' that representin' you, I think he resents 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 you a dime an' two doves
Mama 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 wit a gangsta
An' I know a killer but I love dat nigga

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