Luyện nghe bài hát Mama / Show Love

[Part I:
[Intro:
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 in the game, I'm aiming
Hold up, a minute, break it down for the laymen
(Do-do-do-do-do-do)
I'm everybody, I'm the MC that the MC's study
Look up to me, little buddy (Do it me, little buddy)
yo money, don't 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 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 we get, when we ride in the whip
And somebody up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your shit

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

[Verse 2: YBN
Mama look what you created, now I'm faded
And I'm truly hated 'cause I'm rich
But she too elated 'cause she we made it
Got the Louis sueded on some shit
I be coolin', nigga, stupid figures
But the truth is realer than the shit
Know they shoot the killers and produce the
I go two gorillas on Bape shit
at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion
The range and the Porches, the same, but it's
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 doing Paris shows
hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though
I bear the toe, don't dare your (My god)

Logic]
Mama, at me now

3: Logic]
Ayy, I'm the one that's where from
get it done, I'm killing them 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 clouds
I can promise it's
That's when you your lesson
you was cut out for this, your profession
Go be the and all of that, nah fuck all of that
No one call him back, yeah, no falling
Breaking down on stage, it down the page
down your age
Like, like now, all you do is compare, compare, compare Comparing yourself to the
And you losing yourself to the
And you're losing yourself to your money, your fame, and your
You have plans, you is in demand, they don't give a (Damn)
Spend all money on bullshit 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
4: Logic]
Ayy, ayy, bitch, get the fuck off my
better, I'ma talk my shit
Put him on my back, I walk my shit
around, flick my wrist, get it like this
I got more plaques than I know what to do
Believed in myself when nobody knew it
Goddamn, I through it
Goddamn, I been it
You ain't got class, bitch you been
I am the truest, no to ask
Back it up, girl, now that ass
get bitches 'cause bitches love Bobby
And all of the say Bobby delicious
To say I love completely fictitious

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

[Verse 5:
Man, I'm playing
She the reefer, don't know what I'm saying
I'm pushin' 30, my, I'm pushin' 30, my man (It's time to fun)
Shoutout boy Gambino, shoutout that boy K. Dot
Shoutout that boy young Drizzy, all y'all been a lot
Why the rap game so scared to love?
I don't but I am not
That shit right there, I'm Black
Y'all bring it back to the
Yes, I most definitely got the
Yes, I got love for the
Don't do this shit for the
how we people the same
Don't care what set you
Shoutout that boy YG, Nat Cole and JID
Everybody I be in the club 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, just give me a
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 props where is due
Why wanna come stop you?
they mad that they not you
When you that peace and love
them wanna come through, pop shots at you
That's no love, fuck that, show
Don't buck back a bitch