Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Was A Junkie

Mama was a junkie, I used to wonder.
Whether she would better of a live or six under.
nights go by no sleep, born into a junkies world,
its so deep.
Crack pipes, crack valves, up person.
somedays its bad and days much worst.
Used to go to sleep in fear, trying to hid the pain.
and front i didnt care.
The knew just what had happen to me,
at night they said the was rappin to me.
But on the streets I could feel my heartbeat,
and everytime she frightened, It quickly repeats.
The way a junkie lives and the junkie gives,
hard times, and problems and stress with own kids,
no sense in rehibilation, up in humilation,
the aroma of base makes me choak. I almost
die of the crack smoke. men, going out,
and coming in and in my eyes I the first
peoples sin, and I was only three, thought i couldnt,
see. But in my Momma was a junkie.


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


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