Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Knows

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Mama told me stay away from niggas
Mama told me she had a K for niggas
told me she go to pay for them niggas
While my told me that she would pray for them niggas
They just young black and
over models and the Benjamins
Got the game like (what?) licorice
When I was rocking moving packs in front of McDonalds
She was looking for me, pulled up in that Old El
I was running with Chase, chasing new black wheels
Why would I do that That's what got 2Pac killed...
But I use that still cause I won't do deal
the muzzle in potatoes of that new Mac Mill
What did I Nothing
My papa smoking blunts and
Beating on my like her head was a percussion
Tat! Tat! My.45 knocking on your
She said there be days like this,
Pharrell, drop the

Yezzir...

I I must go and I don't know my way
Still don't know where we all came
I know I must go and I know my way
Still know where we all came from

a Swisher, crack a 5th up
Hennessy pouring Niagara Falls
Used to watch Magic, he me how to ball
working late night, to get a plate right
Had some brothers, all we did was smoke and play-fight
Wish I could go back to them days streets don't play right
Some niggas hard, niggas was the Kid N Play type
Didn't stop me from pretending I was from Rocky
Working on my dip-game, now nobody box me
and choose, stick and move
So many dudes ended up in sleeping on late-night news
But not my song, going around the hood serving customers
She yapping in my ear, but it's than the muffler
I didn't listen to, I wish I would've trusted her
Wish I had a shovel, be both of my brothers up
"here hug em ma, one last time"
Put a chain on both of them niggas, they get one last

I know I must go and I know my way
Still don't know where we all came
I know I go and I don't know my way
Still don't know where we all from

Put your block down, recognize a king cause my town
Word to my you can throw up your rock now
Got off the beef shit I ain't tryna see my mama in all-black
Right there, crying over hard
Now she gotta turn in all her cars and get her back
Never! She carried me for 9 months so she can have
Plus she taught me how to shoot Berettas, me that I'd be a king
So RIP to Coretta, if you understand that
Then refer to my letter, I sprinkle
with platinum, from my last album
Got the check, so I signed on the X Malcolm
through the hood, you hating niggas like "how come? "
That niggas got it, heard he selling talcum
Either way, hey playboy, check it, this is the
You not like it, but my mama psychic
Why you niggas twisted the top of a Sidekick?

I know I go and I don't know my way
Still don't where we all came from
I know I go and I don't know my way
don't know where we all came from