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, it's the same
Tell my kids I love 'em
But don't tell 'em I'm through
Keep cryin' an' tell 'em be home soon

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

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

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

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

The kids askin' where's their papa?
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 when a bitch ain't got no

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

But now he's got a an' a brand new Lexus
Wants me to take a trip 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 wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in wit a gangsta
An' I know a killer but I love dat nigga

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

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

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

You got more than the average type hooker, bitch
Don't switch, he gotta grip but he ain't
Now I gotta check but if you've got the
a nigga 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 the trip to Texas
Now wearin' the fuckin' Lexus like a necklace
So me, what's the drill, baby pa? What's a bitch to do?
My nigga's in the pen since '92

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

The people in court, I heard witnesses
What's he doin' about you out to hold 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 a killer but I love dat nigga

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