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
Leaving 'em hanging, my shit
Second I came in the game, I'm aiming
up, wait 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, little (Do it like me, little buddy)
Save yo money, don't about a Beamer
'Til ya sellin' out arenas, and you're ballin' a

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

[Chorus: Logic & YBN
Mama (Yeah, uh), at me now

[Verse 2: YBN
Mama look what you created, now I'm super
And I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real
But she too elated 'cause she knew we it
Got the Louis sueded on trill shit
I be coolin', nigga, making figures
But the truth is realer than the fake
Know they the killers and produce the triggers
I go two on some Bape shit
Look at all the fame and the fortune, the and extortion
The range and the Porches, the same, but it's
Mama called me, said your name on the Forbes
Thank god your daddy never paid for
But sharing clothes, good times, cherish those
Now I'm doing Paris shows
hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though
I bear the toe, dare your soul (My god)

Logic]
Mama, at me now

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

Logic]
Mama, at me now (Me now)

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

Logic]
'Cause I, I women
But let's be real, man, there's bad bitches out there

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