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 a junkies world,
its so deep.
Crack pipes, valves, cracked 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 they said the devil was rappin to me.
But on the I could feel my mothers heartbeat,
and everytime she gets frightened, It repeats.
The way a lives and what the junkie gives,
hard times, and and stress with their own kids,
no sense in rehibilation, 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 witnessed the
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 close their 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 thinking how this happen to my mother not me bro,
but some in my hood is slangin kilos.
He's got a around 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 know that the could
give a fuck less. a another basehead,
in the street. But rather pretend they dont see it
they walk the beat, a black cop aint good for shit
but black male and he that my mothers out there
smoking yale, but black cops are they cant see
because in my eyes was a junkie.


Mama the fast life, pregnant at 14,
in those days it wasnt crack it was heroin,
Shot it in her viens to try to the pain,
an unplanned was made then I came,
from 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 pretty soon,
my mama lost her whole fucking mind, adc
recieptent, three children, not defadent.
few good times, only badtimes and worst from
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 could this to
me my mother o.d. my mama was a junkie.