Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Was A Junkie

Mama was a junkie, sometimes I to wonder.
Whether she would better of a live or six under.
Late nights go by no sleep, born into a world,
its so deep.
Crack pipes, crack valves, up person.
its bad and otehr days much worst.
Used to never go to sleep in fear, to hid the pain.
and front like i care.
The knew just what had happen to me,
at night they said the was rappin to me.
But on the streets I could my mothers heartbeat,
and everytime she gets frightened, It repeats.
The way a junkie and what the junkie gives,
times, and problems and stress with their own kids,
no in rehibilation, growing up in humilation,
the of base makes me choak. I could almost
die of the crack smoke. Different men, 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 close their and try not to
see. But you can smell the sin just as well my
mothers and trapped in hell.
Now here life is on (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.
got a spot around the corner fucked up crib,
lord her for all the things she did.
Im thinking was the police when she was
buyin this, but i that the police could
a fuck less. about a another basehead,
in the street. But rather pretend they dont see it
when they walk the beat, a cop aint good for shit
but male and he knows that my mothers out there
smoking yale, but black cops are blind they see
because in my eyes was a junkie.


Mama the fast life, pregnant at 14,
back in those days it crack it was heroin,
it in her viens 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 she needed a exorcism.
speedballin booze and the fast times soon,
my lost her whole fucking mind, adc welfare
recieptent, children, not enought defadent.
few good times, only badtimes and from speedballin
her motherfuckin bursts. I wish i coulda said I you
before she left, now my mind forever haunted my
mama's death, I asked my self how this happen to
me my mother o.d. 'cause my was a junkie.