Luyện nghe bài hát Mama / Show Love

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

1: Logic]
I got the juice, coming for you and I'm bringing the
Leaving 'em hanging, my shit
that I came in the game, I'm aiming
Hold up, wait a minute, it down for the laymen
(Do-do-do-do-do-do)
I'm killin' everybody, I'm the MC that the MC's
Look up to me, little buddy (Do it like me, buddy)
Save yo money, don't about a Beamer
ya sellin' out arenas, and you're ballin' like a

Everybody what it be like
Now it what it seem like, now it what it like
Go like green light, somethin' a fiend like
Do it for the and we do it for the love
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

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

[Verse 2: YBN
Mama what you created, now I'm super faded
And I'm hated 'cause I'm real rich
But she too elated 'cause she knew we it
Got the Louis sueded on some trill
I be coolin', nigga, stupid figures
But the truth is realer the fake shit
Know they shoot the killers and produce the
I go two gorillas on some 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, your name on the Forbes list
god your daddy never paid for abortion
But sharing clothes, good times, I'ma cherish
Now I'm stuck doing Paris
Embarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless
I bear the toe, don't dare your (My god)

Logic]
Mama, at me now

[Verse 3:
Ayy, I'm the one that's you're from
They get it done, I'm killing them a gun
Take it in, it in like a leaf from a money tree
it goin', keep it goin', get the money, get the money
When it's sunny, 'cause them clouds come
I can promise depression
That's you learn your lesson
Thought you was cut out for this, your
Go be the best and all of that, nah all of that
No one call him back, yeah, no back
down on stage, break it down the page
Breaking down age
Like, now, all you do is compare, compare, compare Comparing yourself to the world
And you losing yourself to the
And losing yourself to your money, your fame, and your fans
You have bigger plans, you is in demand, they give a (Damn)
Spend all your on bullshit and drama
Had zeros and zeros, and commas on
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, I'ma my shit
Put him on my back, then I walk my
around, flick my wrist, get it like this
I got more plaques I know what to do with
in myself when nobody else knew it
Goddamn, I been it
Goddamn, I through it
You ain't got class, bitch you truent
I am the truest, no to ask
it up, girl, now back that ass
Bobby get bitches 'cause bitches love
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 pushin' 30, my, I'm pushin' 30, my man (It's time to fun)
that boy Gambino, shoutout that boy K. Dot
Shoutout that boy young Drizzy, all been doing a lot
Why the rap game so to show love?
I know 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 for the game
Don't do shit for the fame
how we people the same
Don't care what set you
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 me, I got you, I promise, just give me a call
Hip hop, we a family, but the hype beast ban me
'Cause I am me, speak love, not hate, so don't understand me
2019 better get that
Give me my props where is due
Why wanna come stop you?
Maybe mad that they not you
you piece that peace and love
Make them wanna come through, pop at you
no love, fuck that, show love
Don't buck back like a