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 nights go by no sleep, born a junkies world,
its so deep.
Crack pipes, valves, cracked 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 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 and what the junkie gives,
times, and problems 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
sin, and I was only three, they 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 smell the sin just as well my
unconscience and trapped 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 hood is kilos.
got a spot around the corner fucked up crib,
lord forgive her for all the she did.
Im thinking was the police when she was
buyin this, but i know the police could
give a fuck less. a another basehead,
in the street. But rather pretend they dont see it
when they walk the beat, a cop aint good for shit
but black male and he knows that my 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,
in those days it wasnt crack it was heroin,
Shot it in her viens to try to the pain,
an unplanned was made then I came,
straight from the to witness my mama's doom,
in and my heard, i knew it that its soon.
Of all junkism nieghborhood critisizm,
her was gone, i felt she needed a exorcism.
speedballin booze and the fast pretty soon,
my mama her whole fucking mind, adc welfare
recieptent, three children, not defadent.
few good times, badtimes and worst from speedballin
her bursts. I wish i coulda said I love you
before she left, now my mind forever with my
mama's death, I my self how could this happen to
me my o.d. cuz my mama was a junkie.