Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Knows

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Mama told me stay away from them
told me she had a K for them niggas
Mama told me she go to pay for niggas
While my grandmother told me that she would for them niggas
They just young black and
over models and the Benjamins
Got the game twisted (what?) licorice
When I was rocking lottos moving packs in of McDonalds
She was for me, pulled up in that Old El Dorado
I was around with Chase, chasing new black wheels
Why would I do still? That's what got 2Pac killed...
But I use that still cause I won't do that
Screw the muzzle in of that new Mac Mill
What did I Nothing
My papa smoking sherm and
Beating on my moms like her head was a
Tat! Tat! My.45 knocking on your
She said would 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 from
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 like Niagara
to watch Magic, he showed me how to ball
Moms working late night, to get a plate
Had some older brothers, all we did was and play-fight
Wish I could go back to them days cause streets don't play
Some niggas hard, other niggas was the Kid N type
Didn't me from pretending I was Apollo from Rocky
Working on my dip-game, now nobody box me
and choose, stick and move
So dudes ended up in sleeping bags on late-night news
But not my mama's song, going around the hood customers
She yapping in my ear, but louder than the muffler
What I didn't to, I wish I would've trusted her
Wish I had a shovel, be digging 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 go and I don't 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 it's my town
Word to my mother you can throw up your now
Got off the beef cause I ain't tryna see my mama in all-black
there, crying over hard facts
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 don't that
Then to my letter, while I sprinkle
with platinum, from my last album
Got the check, so I signed on the X Malcolm
Riding the hood, you hating niggas like "how come? "
That niggas Game got it, heard he talcum
Either way, hey playboy, check it, is the outcome
You might not like it, but my mama
Why you niggas twisted the top of a Sidekick?

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