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 the noose
'em hanging, my shit banging
Second 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
Look up to me, little (Do it like me, little buddy)
yo money, don't think about a Beamer
'Til ya sellin' out arenas, and you're like a

Everybody wonder what it be
Now it what it seem like, now it 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 pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your shit

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

[Verse 2: YBN
Mama look what you created, now I'm super
And I'm truly hated I'm real rich
But she too elated 'cause she we made it
Got the Louis on some trill shit
I be coolin', nigga, making figures
But the truth is realer than the shit
Know shoot the killers and produce the triggers
I go two on some Bape shit
Look at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and
The range and the Porches, the same, but gorgeous
Mama me, said your name on the Forbes list
Thank god your daddy never for abortion
But sharing clothes, times, I'ma cherish those
Now I'm doing Paris shows
hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though
I bear the toe, don't dare soul (My god)

[Chorus:
Mama, at me now

3: Logic]
Ayy, I'm the one where you're from
They get it done, I'm killing without a gun
Take it in, rake it in like a 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 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
down on stage, break 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 to your money, your fame, and your fans
You have bigger plans, you is in demand, they 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: Show
4: Logic]
Ayy, ayy, bitch, get the off my dick
Everybody better, talk my shit
Put him on my back, then I my shit
around, flick my wrist, get it like this
I got plaques than I know what to do with
Believed in when nobody else knew it
Goddamn, I been it
Goddamn, I been it
You got class, bitch you been truent
I am the truest, no to ask
Back it up, girl, now back ass
Bobby get bitches 'cause bitches Bobby
And all of the bitches say Bobby
To say I love completely fictitious

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

[Verse 5:
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 boy young Drizzy, all y'all been doing a lot
Why the rap so scared to show love?
I know but I am not
shit right there, I'm Black Thought
Y'all bring it to the roots
Yes, I most got the juice
Yes, I got love for the
do this shit for the fame
It's how we people the
care what set you claim
Shoutout that boy YG, Nat Cole and JID
Everybody know I be in the V.I.P (Huh)
Psych, not me
Too many to name, but know 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 beast wanna ban me
'Cause I am me, speak love, not hate, so don't understand me
2019 better get that
Give me my props props is due
Why everybody wanna stop you?
they mad that they not you
When you piece peace and love
Make them come through, pop shots at you
no love, fuck that, show love
Don't buck like a bitch