Luyện nghe bài hát Momma Was a Junkie

Mama was a junkie, I used to wonder.
Whether she would better of a live or six under.
nights go by no sleep, born into a junkies world,
its so deep.
Crack pipes, valves, cracked up person.
its bad and otehr days much worst.
Used to never go to sleep in fear, to hid the pain.
and like i didnt care.
The neighborhood just what had happen to me,
at night said the devil was rappin to me.
But on the streets I could my mothers heartbeat,
and everytime she frightened, It quickly repeats.
The way a junkie lives and the junkie gives,
hard times, and and stress with their own kids,
no sense in rehibilation, up in humilation,
the aroma of base makes me choak. I could
die of the smoke. Different men, going out,
and coming in and in my 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 their and try not to
see. But you can still smell the sin just as 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 could happen to my mother 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 when she was
this, but i know that the police could
give a fuck less. about a basehead,
in the street. But they rather they dont see it
when they walk the beat, a black cop aint for shit
but black male and he knows my mothers out there
smoking yale, but black cops are blind they see
because in my eyes was a junkie.


Mama the fast life, pregnant at 14,
back in those days it wasnt it was heroin,
Shot it in her to try to ease the pain,
an unplanned pregnancy was then I came,
from 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 she needed a exorcism.
speedballin booze and the fast times 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 i coulda said I love you
she left, now my mind forever haunted with my
mama's death, I asked my how could this happen to
me my mother o.d. cuz my was a junkie.