Luyện nghe bài hát Momma Was a Junkie

Mama was a junkie, sometimes I to wonder.
Whether she would of a live or six feet under.
nights go by no sleep, born into a junkies world,
its so deep.
Crack pipes, valves, cracked up person.
somedays its bad and otehr days worst.
Used to never go to sleep in fear, to hid the pain.
and front i didnt care.
The neighborhood knew just what had 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 junkie and what the junkie gives,
hard times, and and stress with their own kids,
no in rehibilation, growing up in humilation,
the aroma of base me choak. I could almost
die of the crack smoke. Different men, out,
and in and in my eyes 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 their and try not to
see. But you can still smell the sin as well my
unconscience and trapped in hell.
Now here life is on (line)
to the grind(grind)
time time(time)
on my mind(mind)
Im thinking how could this happen to my not me bro,
but some nigga in my is slangin kilos.
He's got a spot the corner fucked up crib,
forgive her for all the things she did.
Im thinking was the police when she was
this, but i know that the police could
give a less. about a another basehead,
in the street. But they rather pretend they see it
when walk the beat, a black cop aint good for shit
but black and he knows that my mothers out there
yale, but black cops are blind they cant see
because in my eyes was a junkie.


Mama lived the fast life, at 14,
back in those days it wasnt it was heroin,
Shot it in her to try to ease the pain,
an unplanned was made then I came,
straight from the to witness my mama's doom,
in and my heard, i knew it that its soon.
Of all these junkism critisizm,
her mind was gone, i she needed a exorcism.
speedballin booze and the times pretty soon,
my mama her whole fucking mind, adc welfare
recieptent, children, not enought defadent.
few good times, only badtimes and worst speedballin
her motherfuckin bursts. I wish i said I love you
before she left, now my mind forever haunted my
mama's death, I asked my self how could this to
me my mother o.d. cuz my was a junkie.