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 cell, it's the same song
Tell my 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'
'Cos I keep seein' shit amaze me
Still, I had to a motherfucker last week
He thought I was a
An' to creep up on me in my sleep

I just think I could hold or squeeze or touch
Or buck ya but I can't, so it
I'm behind these bars an' it's burnin' like
I might go psycho, the man on the tower got a
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 'em Daddy got caught by the coppers
time for me to raise 'em up proper, by myself
It's a goddamn when a bitch ain't got no help

Now, everybody me that you ain't shit black
An' when you get out, jack
An' go right 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 got a condo an' a brand new Lexus
Wants me to a trip with him down to Texas
The ends don't the means
An' in another life he 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 wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in love wit a
Mama, I'm in wit a gangsta
An' I know he's a killer but I dat nigga

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

What the you mean you need a friend?
I be havin' no niggas 'round my kids
you make me break up outta this motherfucker
An' start killin' motherfuckers,

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

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

You got class than the average type 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 on my books, peace

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 dat nigga

Aiyo, remember the homey with the
He the trip to Texas
Now he's 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 visits ain't doin' the trick, drop fucks make me
'Cos this po' tat needs a cat nip
An' that motherfucker representin' you, I think he you
He got evidence he never to

The people in court, I witnesses abortin'
he doin' about gettin' you out to hold the fort?
I got ends, I'ma 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 love wit a
An' I know he's a killer but I love dat

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