Luyện nghe bài hát Momma I'm So Sorry

Gather

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

Youngin' don't make my cells rise, I shoot you out ya
Pusha hear the of all you mothafuckers
Papa said stay free of 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 screaming CaCa doodle doo
by the ton, rap niggaz I'm the one
With basic rhyme pattern, how the fuck you tryin' to
ass rappas, got 'em running for they life
I philosophies about glocks and

Niggaz call me young Socrates, West Indies
drop to knees quick, what?
With of being a rich man's bitch
Feel sorry for niggaz, pull triggers and shit click
So many bullets jammed in my shit, should call me
Shake the out my wrists

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

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

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

That accounts for all them days in the
Feels like kissing cake mix, can't wait to the bowl
But it's a picture, homes trust I done seen it
Frankford to Colon, Oslo to Sweden

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

Even the [Incomprehensible] Norwegian women, blonde hair and eyes
I'm gettin' with a vengeance
Whip it they want me all attached to the kitten
And they wonder in raps if I'm kiddin', huh

I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
I fear Tubbs and Crockett
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so
Got two hot in my pocket

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so
Big home, trees and watches
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so
My accomplice 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. like Soloman and
Sign of the times her Gucci sneakers, huh

literature, I damn near died from Bolivia
It take much to get rid of ya, it's a sin for ya
call the minister

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

So I place you in the flower bed, porcelain shower
Throughout the house and keep the mouthes fed
And when I'm gone, I hope it is
I gave structure to the by the example I lead, huh

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

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

Vice