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
told me she go to pay for them niggas
While my grandmother me that she would pray for them niggas
just young black and ignorant
Lusting models and the Benjamins
Got the game like (what?) licorice
When I was rocking lottos packs in front of McDonalds
She was looking for me, pulled up in that Old El
I was running around Chase, chasing new black wheels
Why would I do that still? what got 2Pac killed...
But I use that still cause I do that deal
Screw the muzzle in potatoes of new Mac Mill
What did I learn?
My papa smoking sherm and
on my moms like her head was a percussion
Tat! Tat! My.45 knocking on window
She said there would be days this,
Pharrell, drop the

Yezzir...

I know I must go and I don't 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 came

a Swisher, crack a 5th up
Hennessy pouring Niagara Falls
Used to Magic, he showed me how to ball
Moms late night, to get a plate right
Had older brothers, all we did was smoke and play-fight
Wish I could go back to days cause streets don't play right
Some niggas hard, other was the Kid N Play type
Didn't stop me from pretending I was from Rocky
Working on my dip-game, now wanna box me
Pick and choose, stick and
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 louder 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 both of niggas, they get one last shine

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 don't my way
don't know where we all came from

Put your down, recognize a king cause it's my town
Word to my mother you can up your rock now
Got off the beef shit cause I ain't tryna see my mama in
Right there, crying over facts
Now she turn in all her cars and get her house 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 don't that
Then refer to my letter, I sprinkle
with platinum, from my last album
Got the check, so I on the X like Malcolm
Riding 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 the top of a Sidekick?

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 where we all came from