Luyện nghe bài hát Mama / Show Love

[Part I:
Logic]
Mama, at me now
Mama, at me now

[Verse 1:
I got the juice, coming for you and I'm bringing the
'em hanging, my shit banging
Second that I came in the game, I'm
Hold up, a minute, break it down for the laymen
(Do-do-do-do-do-do)
I'm killin' everybody, I'm the MC that the study
Look up to me, buddy (Do it like me, little buddy)
Save yo money, don't about a Beamer
'Til ya sellin' out arenas, and ballin' like a

Everybody wonder it be like
Now it what it seem like, now it what it like
Go like green light, what a fiend like
Do it for the drug and we do it for the
And we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the
And somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing shit

Logic & YBN Cordae]
Mama (Yeah, uh), at me now

2: YBN Cordae]
Mama look you created, now I'm super faded
And I'm truly hated I'm real rich
But she too elated 'cause she we made it
Got the Louis sueded on trill shit
I be coolin', nigga, making stupid
But the is realer than the fake shit
Know they shoot the killers and the triggers
I go two gorillas on some Bape
Look at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and
The and the Porches, the same, but it's gorgeous
Mama called me, said name on the Forbes list
Thank god your daddy never paid for
But sharing clothes, good times, I'ma those
Now I'm stuck Paris shows
Embarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless
I bear the toe, don't your soul (My god)

Logic]
Mama, at me now

[Verse 3:
Ayy, I'm the one that's where from
They get it done, I'm killing without a gun
Take it in, rake it in a leaf from a money tree
Keep it goin', it goin', get the money, get the money
When it's sunny, 'cause when them come
I can it's depression
when you learn your lesson
Thought you was cut out for this, profession
Go be the best and all of that, nah fuck all of
No one him back, yeah, no falling back
Breaking down on stage, it down the page
Breaking down age
Like, like now, all you do is compare, compare, Comparing yourself to the world
And you yourself to the world
And you're losing yourself to money, your fame, and your fans
You have plans, you is in demand, they don't give a (Damn)
Spend all your money on and drama
Had and zeros, and commas on commas
On commas, on commas, on (On commas)

Logic]
Mama, at me now (Me now)

[Part 2: Show
[Verse 4:
Ayy, ayy, bitch, get the off my dick
Everybody better, I'ma talk my
Put him on my back, then I my shit
Fuck around, my wrist, get it like this
I got more plaques than I what to do with
Believed in myself when nobody else it
Goddamn, I through it
Goddamn, I through it
You ain't got class, you been truent
I am the truest, no to ask
Back it up, girl, now that ass
Bobby get bitches 'cause love Bobby
And all of the say Bobby delicious
To say I bitches completely fictitious

[Interlude:
I, I respect women
But let's be real, man, there's bad bitches out there

5: Logic]
Man, I'm playing
She flipped the reefer, know what I'm saying
I'm pushin' 30, my, I'm 30, my man (It's time to have fun)
Shoutout that boy Gambino, shoutout boy K. Dot
Shoutout boy young Drizzy, all y'all been doing a lot
Why the rap game so scared to love?
I don't but I am not
shit right there, I'm Black Thought
Y'all bring it back to the
Yes, I definitely got the juice
Yes, I got for the game
Don't do shit for the fame
It's how we people the
care what set you claim
Shoutout boy YG, Nat King Cole and JID
know I be in the club V.I.P (Huh)
Psych, not me
Too many to name, but know I got love for you all
If you me, I got you, I promise, just give me a call
Hip hop, we a family, but the hype wanna ban me
'Cause I am me, speak love, not hate, so they don't me
2019 better get Grammy
Give me my props props is due
Why wanna come stop you?
Maybe they mad that not you
When you that peace and love
Make them wanna come through, pop at you
no love, fuck that, show love
Don't buck back like a