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.
Late nights go by no sleep, born into a 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 knew what had happen to me,
at they said the devil was rappin to me.
But on the streets I feel my mothers heartbeat,
and everytime she frightened, It quickly repeats.
The way a junkie lives and what the gives,
hard times, and and stress with their own kids,
no sense in rehibilation, up in humilation,
the of base makes me choak. I could almost
die of the crack smoke. Different men, out,
and coming in and in my eyes I the first
peoples sin, and I was three, they thought i couldnt,
see. But in my Momma was a junkie.


J-U-N-K-I-E to me close their eyes 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 nigga 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
buyin this, but i know that the police
give a fuck less. about a basehead,
in the street. But they rather pretend they see it
when walk 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 lived the fast life, at 14,
in those days it wasnt crack it was heroin,
Shot it in her to try to ease the pain,
an unplanned was made then I came,
straight from the wound to witness my doom,
in and my heard, i knew it that its soon.
Of all these nieghborhood critisizm,
her mind was gone, i she needed a exorcism.
speedballin and the fast times pretty soon,
my mama lost her whole mind, adc welfare
recieptent, children, not enought defadent.
few good times, only badtimes and worst speedballin
her motherfuckin bursts. I wish i coulda I love you
before she left, now my mind forever haunted my
death, I asked my self how could this happen to
me my o.d. cuz my mama was a junkie.