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, into a junkies world,
its so deep.
Crack pipes, crack valves, up person.
its bad and otehr days much worst.
Used to never go to in fear, trying to hid the pain.
and front i didnt care.
The neighborhood just what had happen to me,
at night 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 junkie lives and the junkie gives,
hard times, and problems and with their own kids,
no in rehibilation, growing up in humilation,
the aroma of base makes me choak. I could
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 close 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 nigga in my hood is slangin kilos.
He's got a spot the corner fucked up crib,
lord her for all the things she did.
Im where was the police when she was
buyin this, but i that the police could
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 and he knows that my mothers out there
smoking yale, but black are blind they cant see
in my eyes momma was a junkie.


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