Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Was A Junkie

Mama was a junkie, sometimes I to wonder.
Whether she better of a live or six feet under.
Late nights go by no sleep, born a junkies world,
its so deep.
Crack pipes, valves, cracked up person.
somedays its bad and otehr days worst.
Used to go to sleep in fear, trying to hid the pain.
and like i didnt care.
The knew just what had happen to me,
at they said the devil was rappin to me.
But on the I could feel my mothers heartbeat,
and everytime she frightened, It quickly repeats.
The way a lives and what the junkie gives,
hard times, and problems and stress their own kids,
no in rehibilation, growing up in humilation,
the aroma of base makes me choak. I 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 Momma was a junkie.


J-U-N-K-I-E to me some close eyes 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 this to my mother not me bro,
but nigga in my hood is slangin 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 know that the police
give a fuck less. about a basehead,
in the street. But they pretend they dont see it
when they walk the beat, a black cop aint for shit
but black male and he that my mothers out there
smoking yale, but cops are blind they cant see
because in my eyes was a junkie.


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