Luyện nghe bài hát Momma I'm So Sorry

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Miami Vice, all my cocaine gringos, ya
Miami Vice, Pusha spit this shit for y'all, we go

Youngin' don't my cells rise, I shoot you out ya chuckers
Pusha hear the of all you mothafuckers
Papa said stay of them suckers
Minus the wicked jumper, street balla the rucker
Skip to my Lou if you lookin' for a couple, in the duffle

Keep the hood CaCa doodle doo fuckers
by the ton, rap niggaz I'm the one
With rhyme pattern, how the fuck you tryin' to jacka
Basic ass rappas, got 'em running for they
I philosophies glocks and keys

Niggaz me young black Socrates, West Indies
Bitch drop to quick, what?
With dreams of being a rich bitch
Feel sorry for niggaz, pull and they shit click
So many bullets in my shit, should call me [Incomprehensible]
Shake the diamonds out my

I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
I don't fear Tubbs and
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so
Got two hot in my pocket

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so
Big home, palm and watches
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so
My accomplice is my conscious

Youngin', from me, let's not be at odds
Were more like not, 2 peas of a pod
Same hustle, 'cept my now flows
I gave it away, at 30 grams an O

That for all them days in the cold
Feels like cake mix, can't wait to lick the bowl
But it's a bigger picture, homes trust I done it
From Frankford to Colon, to Sweden

From Italy's Milan to the of Nepali
Now I consider Salvador dollies
I'm no longer local, my are global
That's why I seen distance, son expand ya

Even the [Incomprehensible] Norwegian women, blonde and blue eyes
I'm gettin' back with a
it like they want me all attached to the kitten
And they wonder in these if I'm kiddin', huh

I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
I don't Tubbs and Crockett
I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Got two hot rocks in my

I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Big home, palm and watches
I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
My only is my conscious, uh

Miami Vice, sorry heavenly father, again I hate to bother
It's P the evil creeper send some to the reaper
Meanwhile, me and my Mrs. Soloman and Sheeba
Sign of the times her Gucci sneakers, huh

literature, I damn near died from Bolivia
It don't much to get rid of ya, it's a sin for ya
call the minister

I'm sorry for mistakes I have made
I aired family business, how you put me in my place
Even my baby mama, I can't look you in the
'Cause I can't do enough, you a of God's grace

So I place you in the flower bed, porcelain heads
Throughout the house and the youngin's mouthes fed
And when I'm gone, I it is said
I structure to the youth by the example I lead, huh

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so
I don't fear and Crockett
I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Got two hot rocks in my

I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Big home, palm trees and
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so
My only is my conscious

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