Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Was A Junkie

Mama was a junkie, I used to wonder.
Whether she would better of a or six feet under.
Late go by no sleep, born into a junkies world,
its so deep.
Crack pipes, valves, cracked up person.
its bad and otehr days much worst.
Used to never go to sleep in fear, to hid the pain.
and front i didnt care.
The neighborhood just what had happen to me,
at they said the devil was rappin to me.
But on the streets I could feel my heartbeat,
and she gets frightened, It quickly repeats.
The way a junkie lives and the junkie gives,
hard times, and problems and stress their own kids,
no in rehibilation, growing up in humilation,
the of base makes me choak. I could almost
die of the crack smoke. men, going out,
and coming in and in my I witnessed the first
peoples sin, and I was only three, thought i couldnt,
see. But in my eyes was a junkie.


J-U-N-K-I-E to me some their eyes and try not to
see. But you can still smell the sin just as my
mothers unconscience and in hell.
Now here life is on (line)
to the grind(grind)
time time(time)
on my mind(mind)
Im how could this happen to my mother not me bro,
but some in my hood is slangin kilos.
He's got a spot the corner fucked up crib,
forgive her for all the things she did.
Im thinking where was the when she was
this, but i know that the police could
give a fuck less. about a basehead,
in the street. But rather pretend they dont see it
they walk the beat, a black cop aint good for shit
but black male and he knows my mothers out there
smoking yale, but black are blind they cant see
because in my momma was a junkie.


Mama lived the fast life, at 14,
back in those days it crack it was heroin,
it in her viens to try to ease the pain,
an unplanned pregnancy was then I came,
straight from the wound to my mama's doom,
in and my heard, i knew it that its soon.
Of all these junkism critisizm,
her mind was gone, i she needed a exorcism.
speedballin booze and the fast pretty soon,
my lost her whole fucking mind, adc welfare
recieptent, three children, not defadent.
few good times, badtimes and worst from speedballin
her motherfuckin bursts. I wish i coulda I love you
before she left, now my mind forever with my
mama's death, I my self how could this happen to
me my o.d. 'cause my mama was a junkie.