Luyện nghe bài hát Momma Was a Junkie

Mama was a junkie, I used to wonder.
Whether she would better of a 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 otehr much worst.
Used to go to sleep in fear, trying to hid the pain.
and front like i care.
The knew just what had happen to me,
at night they 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 lives and what the junkie gives,
hard times, and problems and with their own kids,
no sense in rehibilation, up in humilation,
the aroma of base makes me choak. I could
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 eyes was a junkie.


J-U-N-K-I-E to me close their eyes and try not to
see. But you can still the sin just as well 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 this happen to my mother not me bro,
but nigga in my hood is slangin kilos.
got a spot around the corner fucked up crib,
lord forgive her for all the she did.
Im thinking where was the police she was
buyin this, but i know that the 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 lived the life, pregnant at 14,
back in those it wasnt crack 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 that its soon.
Of all these junkism 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, children, not enought defadent.
few good times, only and worst from speedballin
her motherfuckin bursts. I wish i coulda I love you
before she left, now my mind haunted with my
mama's death, I asked my self how could happen to
me my mother o.d. cuz my was a junkie.