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 go by no sleep, born into a junkies world,
its so deep.
Crack pipes, valves, cracked up person.
somedays its bad and otehr much worst.
Used to never go to in fear, trying to hid the pain.
and front i didnt care.
The neighborhood knew 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 junkie and what the junkie gives,
hard times, and problems and stress their own kids,
no sense in rehibilation, up in humilation,
the aroma of base me choak. I could almost
die of the smoke. Different men, going out,
and coming in and in my eyes I witnessed the
peoples sin, and I was only three, thought 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 smell the sin just as well my
unconscience and trapped in hell.
Now life is on line (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 around the corner 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 they pretend they dont see it
when they walk the beat, a black cop good for shit
but male and he knows that my mothers out there
yale, but black cops are blind they cant see
because in my momma was a junkie.


Mama lived the fast life, at 14,
in those days it wasnt crack it was heroin,
Shot it in her viens to try to the pain,
an pregnancy was made then I came,
from the wound to witness my mama's doom,
in and my heard, i knew it its coming soon.
Of all junkism nieghborhood critisizm,
her was gone, i felt she needed a exorcism.
speedballin and the fast times pretty soon,
my mama her whole fucking mind, adc welfare
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 forever haunted my
mama's death, I my self how could this happen to
me my o.d. cuz my mama was a junkie.