Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Knows

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

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

Crack a Swisher, a 5th up
Hennessy pouring like Niagara
Used to watch Magic, he 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 go back to them days cause streets don't play right
Some niggas hard, other niggas was the Kid N type
stop me from pretending I was Apollo from Rocky
Working on my dip-game, now nobody box me
Pick and choose, and move
So many dudes ended up in sleeping on late-night news
But not my mama's song, going the hood serving customers
She yapping in my ear, but it's than the muffler
What I didn't listen to, I I would've trusted her
I had a shovel, be digging both of my brothers up
Like "here hug em ma, one time"
Put a chain on both of them niggas, get one last shine

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

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

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