Luyện nghe bài hát Momma Was a Junkie

Mama was a junkie, sometimes I to wonder.
she would better of a live or six feet under.
Late nights go by no sleep, into a junkies world,
its so deep.
Crack pipes, valves, cracked up person.
somedays its bad and otehr much worst.
to never go to sleep in fear, trying to hid the pain.
and like i didnt care.
The neighborhood knew what had happen to me,
at night they the devil was rappin to me.
But on the streets I could feel my heartbeat,
and she gets frightened, It quickly repeats.
The way a lives and what the junkie gives,
hard times, and problems and with their own kids,
no sense in rehibilation, up in humilation,
the aroma of makes me choak. I could almost
die of the crack smoke. Different men, out,
and coming in and in my I witnessed the first
sin, and I was only three, they thought i couldnt,
see. But in my Momma was a junkie.


J-U-N-K-I-E to me some close eyes and try not to
see. But you can still the sin just as well my
mothers unconscience and in hell.
Now here life is on (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 nigga in my is slangin kilos.
He's got a spot around the corner up crib,
lord forgive her for all the she did.
Im thinking where was the when she was
buyin this, but i know that the could
give a fuck less. about a basehead,
in the street. But they rather pretend dont see it
when they walk the beat, a black cop aint for shit
but black male and he knows that my out there
smoking yale, but cops are blind they cant see
because in my momma was a junkie.


Mama lived the fast life, at 14,
back in those days it wasnt it was heroin,
Shot it in her viens to try to the pain,
an unplanned pregnancy was 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 booze and the fast pretty soon,
my mama lost her fucking mind, adc welfare
recieptent, children, not enought defadent.
few good times, only and worst from speedballin
her motherfuckin bursts. I i coulda said I love you
before she left, now my mind forever with my
mama's death, I asked my self how could this to
me my mother o.d. cuz my was a junkie.