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 into a world,
its so deep.
pipes, crack valves, cracked up person.
somedays its bad and days much worst.
Used to go to sleep in fear, trying to hid the pain.
and front like i care.
The neighborhood knew just what had to me,
at they said the devil was rappin to me.
But on the streets I could my mothers heartbeat,
and she gets frightened, It quickly repeats.
The way a lives and what the junkie gives,
hard times, and problems and stress with 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 eyes I the first
sin, and I was only three, they thought i couldnt,
see. But in my eyes was a junkie.


J-U-N-K-I-E to me some close eyes and try not to
see. But you can still smell the sin as well my
unconscience and trapped in hell.
Now here is on line (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 forgive her for all the she did.
Im thinking was the police when she was
buyin this, but i know that the police
give a less. about a another basehead,
in the street. But rather pretend they dont see it
when they walk the beat, a black cop good for shit
but black male and he that my mothers out there
yale, but black cops are blind they cant see
because in my momma was a junkie.


Mama the fast life, pregnant at 14,
back in those it wasnt crack it was heroin,
it in her viens to try to ease the pain,
an unplanned was made then I came,
straight from the wound to 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 and the fast times pretty soon,
my mama lost her whole fucking mind, adc
recieptent, children, not enought defadent.
few good times, only badtimes and from speedballin
her motherfuckin bursts. I wish i said I love you
before she left, now my forever haunted with my
mama's death, I asked my self how this happen to
me my mother o.d. 'cause my was a junkie.