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.
Late nights go by no sleep, into a junkies world,
its so deep.
Crack pipes, crack valves, up person.
its bad and otehr 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 could my mothers heartbeat,
and she gets frightened, It quickly repeats.
The way a junkie lives and the junkie gives,
hard times, and problems and stress their own kids,
no in rehibilation, growing up in humilation,
the aroma of base makes me choak. I could
die of the crack smoke. Different men, out,
and in and in my eyes I witnessed the first
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 still smell the sin as well my
unconscience and trapped in hell.
Now here life is on (line)
to the grind(grind)
time time(time)
on my mind(mind)
Im thinking how could this to my mother not me bro,
but some nigga in my hood is 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 could
give a less. about a another basehead,
in the street. But they rather they dont see it
when they walk the beat, a black cop aint good for
but black male and he knows that my mothers out
smoking yale, but black cops are blind cant see
in my eyes momma was a junkie.


Mama the fast life, pregnant at 14,
back in those it wasnt crack it was heroin,
it in her viens to try to ease the pain,
an unplanned pregnancy was made I came,
straight from the to witness my mama's doom,
in and my heard, i knew it its coming soon.
Of all these nieghborhood critisizm,
her mind was gone, i felt she a exorcism.
speedballin and the fast times pretty soon,
my mama lost her whole mind, adc welfare
recieptent, three children, not defadent.
few good times, only badtimes and 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 asked my how could this happen to
me my mother o.d. cuz my was a junkie.