Luyện nghe bài hát Momma Used To Say

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Yeah Mike Beck Drop beat

Now how you end up in this fucked up (Momma used to say)
Fuking with them boys warned you bout (Take your time young men)
And they ain't playing cause them want their money (Don't you rush the ghetto)
And now your in your house and you kick them out

Verse I: Tony
Betta check who you fooling with, no doubt I'm on cooler shit
But my spit, makes your hoes do a manula spin
Shit I chip em off, em off tommorrow
If they come back with my money by the morning
You know me meng the kid be on it, dusk till dawn meng the kid holding
So have my Homie have my dough
You Wrong, if you think me I'm gunna let it go (Wow)
Not Me I'm a rid em, Im Gunna hit em with a 40 cal, the bullet split em
He softer then a pillow talking bout his peel us
When I seen him nikka me and he told me i'm the realest (you Know)

Now how you end up in this fucked up situation (Momma to say)
Fuking with them boys momma warned you bout (Take your time men)
And they ain't playing cause them nikkas want their (Don't you rush the ghetto)
And now your hiding in house and you kick them out

Verse Beck
Ok I got money in my pocket, a at the crib
Car on the lawn, I'm disrespectful out this
You can tell from the way that I walk, Gotta hustle like I'm Russell plate to the fork
Put The 8th to your door, face on the floor
I'm Impatient when I'm racing, pedal stays on the
straight to the jaw
Didn't momma warned you, not them the laws they run up on you
In the honor of my doode I'm gunna blow hammers, hurd them creep your still in cold jammas
will jam ya', pose as canvas
Stay calm never rush it will expose your

Now how you end up in this fucked up (Momma used to say)
Fuking with them boys momma warned you bout (Take your young men)
And they ain't playing cause them nikkas want money (Don't you rush the ghetto)
And now hiding in your house and you kick them out