Luyện nghe bài hát Momma Was a Junkie

Mama was a junkie, I used 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.
pipes, crack valves, cracked up person.
somedays its bad and days much worst.
Used to never go to sleep in fear, to hid the pain.
and like i didnt care.
The knew just what had happen to me,
at they said the devil was rappin to me.
But on the I could feel my mothers heartbeat,
and everytime she frightened, It quickly repeats.
The way a junkie lives and what the gives,
hard times, and problems and stress their own kids,
no sense in rehibilation, up in humilation,
the aroma of makes me choak. I could almost
die of the smoke. Different men, going out,
and in and in my eyes I witnessed the first
peoples sin, and I was only three, they i couldnt,
see. But in my eyes 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 is on line (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 hood is kilos.
He's got a around the corner fucked up crib,
forgive her for all the things she did.
Im thinking was the police when she was
buyin this, but i that the police could
give a fuck less. a another basehead,
in the street. But they rather pretend dont see it
when they the beat, a black cop aint good for shit
but male and he knows that my mothers out there
smoking yale, but cops are blind they cant see
because in my momma was a junkie.


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