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

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

Oh, baby, I'm goin'
'Cos I keep seein' shit that 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 hold or squeeze or touch
Or buck ya but I can't, so it
I'm behind these bars an' it's burnin' nitro
I go psycho, the man on the tower 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 love wit a
An' I know he's a killer but I dat nigga

Hey baby, what's happenin',
How you doin'? I you

The kids keep askin' their papa?
I had to tell 'em Daddy got caught by the
It's time for me to 'em up proper, by myself
It's a goddamn struggle when a bitch got no help

Now, everybody 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 gettin' by your homey
In the blue an' Chevy

But now got a condo an' a brand new Lexus
Wants me to take a trip with him down to
The ends don't justify the
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 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

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

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

'Cos think about the times that we used to
Don't make me reach out an' touch ass
You put yourself in danger when you 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 grip but he ain't rich
Now I gotta check but if you've got the
Give a nigga a look an' put on my books, peace

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

Aiyo, the homey with the Lexus
He took the trip to
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 stretched in the pen '92

Them visits ain't doin' the trick, drop fucks make me
'Cos 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 heard witnesses
he doin' about gettin' you out to hold the fort?
I got some ends, I'ma send you a dime an' two
Mama hates you but damn, I got for a gangsta

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

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