Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Knows

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Mama told me stay away from them
Mama me she had a K for them niggas
told me she go to pay for them niggas
While my told me that she would pray for them niggas
They just black and ignorant
Lusting models and the Benjamins
Got the twisted like (what?) licorice
When I was rocking lottos packs in front 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 that still? That's got 2Pac killed...
But I use that still cause I do that deal
Screw the muzzle in of that new Mac Mill
What did I learn?
My smoking sherm blunts and
Beating on my moms like her was a percussion
Tat! Tat! My.45 knocking on your
She said there would be like this,
Pharrell, the instrumental

Yezzir...

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

Crack a Swisher, a 5th up
Hennessy pouring Niagara Falls
to watch Magic, he showed me how to ball
Moms working 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
niggas hard, other niggas was the Kid N Play type
Didn't me from pretending I was Apollo from Rocky
Working on my dip-game, now wanna box me
and choose, stick and move
So many ended up in sleeping bags 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
What I didn't listen to, I wish I trusted her
Wish I had a shovel, be digging of my brothers up
"here hug em ma, one last time"
Put a chain on of them niggas, they get one last shine

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

Put your block down, recognize a cause it's 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, over hard facts
Now she gotta turn in all her cars and get her back
Never! She carried me for 9 so she can have whatever
she taught me how to shoot Berettas, told me that I'd be a king
So RIP to Coretta, if you don't that
Then to my letter, while I sprinkle
Niggas with platinum, my last album
Got the check, so I signed on the X Malcolm
Riding the hood, you hating niggas like "how come? "
That Game got it, heard he selling talcum
way, hey playboy, check it, this is the outcome
You might not like it, but my psychic
Why you niggas twisted like the top of a

I I must 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 we all came from