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, it's the song
Tell my kids I love 'em
But don't tell 'em that I'm
Keep cryin' an' tell 'em I'll be soon

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

I just that I could hold or squeeze or touch
Or ya but I can't, so fuck it
I'm behind these an' it's 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 killer but I love dat

Hey baby, happenin', honey?
How you I miss you

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

Now, tellin' me that you ain't shit black
An' you get out, you'll jack
An' probably go the fuck back
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 condo an' a brand new
me to take a trip with him down to Texas
The ends don't justify the
An' in another life he 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 need a friend

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

{Hello, you a collect call from, Coolio
If you choose to accept this call, press 5 now}

What the fuck you mean you need a
I can't be havin' no niggas 'round my
Don't you make me break up this motherfucker
An' start killin' motherfuckers,

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

'Cos think about the times that we to have
Don't make me reach out an' touch ass
You put yourself in danger when you fuck with a
Like shootin' dice a pistol, in a circle of murderers

You got more class than the average hooker, bitch
Don't switch, he gotta grip but he ain't
Now I gotta but if you've got the check
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 wit a gangsta
An' I know a killer but I love dat nigga

Aiyo, remember the homey the Lexus
He took the to Texas
Now wearin' the fuckin' 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 ain't doin' the trick, drop fucks make me sick
'Cos this po' puddy tat a cat nip
An' that motherfucker representin' you, I think he you
He got evidence he never to

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

Mama, I'm in love wit a
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

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