Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Knows

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Mama told me stay away from niggas
told me she had a K for them niggas
Mama told me she go to pay for them
While my grandmother told me that she would pray for them
They young black and ignorant
over models and the Benjamins
Got the game like (what?) licorice
When I was lottos moving packs in front of McDonalds
She was looking for me, up in that Old El Dorado
I was running around with Chase, chasing new black
Why would I do that still? what got 2Pac killed...
But I use that still I won't do that deal
Screw the muzzle in potatoes of new Mac Mill
What did I learn?
My papa sherm blunts and
Beating on my moms like her head was a
Tat! Tat! My.45 knocking on your
She there would be days like this,
Pharrell, drop the

Yezzir...

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

a Swisher, crack 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 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 was the Kid N Play type
Didn't stop me pretending I was Apollo from Rocky
Working on my dip-game, now nobody box me
and choose, stick and move
So many dudes ended up in sleeping bags on late-night
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 listen to, I wish I would've 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 know we all came from
I I must go and I don't know my way
Still know where we all came from

Put your block down, recognize a king cause it's my
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 hard facts
Now she gotta turn in all her cars and get her back
Never! She carried me for 9 months so she can whatever
Plus she taught me how to 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 on the X like Malcolm
Riding through the hood, you hating 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 twisted like the top of a Sidekick?

I know I must go and I 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