Luyện nghe bài hát Momma Was a Junkie

Mama was a junkie, I used 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, crack valves, up person.
somedays its bad and days much worst.
Used to never go to in fear, trying to hid the pain.
and front i didnt care.
The neighborhood just what had happen to me,
at night they said the was rappin to me.
But on the streets I could feel my heartbeat,
and everytime she gets frightened, It repeats.
The way a lives 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 smoke. Different men, going out,
and in and in my eyes I witnessed the first
peoples sin, and I was only three, 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 smell the sin as well my
mothers unconscience and in hell.
Now life is on line (line)
to the grind(grind)
time time(time)
on my mind(mind)
Im thinking how could this to my mother not me bro,
but some in my hood is slangin kilos.
He's got a spot around the fucked up crib,
forgive her for all the things she did.
Im thinking where was the police she was
this, but i know that the police could
give a fuck less. a another basehead,
in the street. But rather pretend they dont see it
when they the beat, a black cop aint good for shit
but black male and he that my mothers out there
yale, but black cops are blind they cant see
because in my momma was a junkie.


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