Luyện nghe bài hát Mama / Show Love

[Part I:
[Intro:
Mama, at me now
Mama, at me now

[Verse 1:
I got the juice, for you and I'm bringing the noose
Leaving 'em hanging, my banging
that I came in the game, I'm aiming
Hold up, wait a minute, break it for the laymen
(Do-do-do-do-do-do)
I'm everybody, I'm the MC that the MC's study
up to me, little buddy (Do it like me, little buddy)
Save yo money, think about a Beamer
'Til ya sellin' out arenas, and you're ballin' a

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

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

2: YBN Cordae]
Mama look you created, now I'm super faded
And I'm hated 'cause I'm real rich
But she too 'cause she knew we made it
Got the Louis sueded on some trill
I be coolin', nigga, making stupid
But the truth is realer 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 and extortion
The and the Porches, the same, but it's gorgeous
Mama called me, said your name on the Forbes
Thank god your daddy never paid for
But sharing clothes, times, I'ma cherish those
Now I'm stuck doing shows
Embarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm though
I bear the toe, don't your soul (My god)

[Chorus:
Mama, at me now

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

[Chorus:
Mama, at me now (Me now)

[Part 2: Love]
4: Logic]
Ayy, ayy, bitch, get the fuck off my
Everybody better, talk my shit
Put him on my back, then I my shit
Fuck around, flick my wrist, get it this
I got more plaques than I what to do with
Believed in myself nobody else knew it
Goddamn, I through it
Goddamn, I through it
You got class, bitch you been truent
I am the truest, no to ask
Back it up, girl, now back ass
get bitches 'cause bitches love Bobby
And all of the say Bobby delicious
To say I bitches completely fictitious

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

5: Logic]
Man, I'm just
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, that boy K. Dot
Shoutout boy young Drizzy, all y'all been doing a lot
Why the rap game so scared to show
I know but I am not
That shit right there, I'm Black
Y'all bring it back to the
Yes, I definitely got the juice
Yes, I got for the game
do this shit for the fame
It's how we the same
care what set you claim
Shoutout that boy YG, Nat Cole and JID
know I be in the club V.I.P (Huh)
Psych, not me
Too many people to name, but know I got for you all
If you need me, I got you, I promise, just me a call
Hip hop, we a family, but the hype beast ban me
'Cause I am me, love, not hate, so they don't understand me
2019 get that Grammy
Give me my where props is due
Why everybody wanna come you?
they mad that they not you
When you piece that and love
Make wanna come through, pop shots at you
That's no love, fuck that, show
Don't buck back like a