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 a junkies world,
its so deep.
Crack pipes, crack valves, up person.
somedays its bad and otehr days worst.
to never 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 said the was rappin to me.
But on the I could 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 in rehibilation, growing up in humilation,
the of base makes me choak. I could almost
die of the crack smoke. men, going out,
and in and in my eyes 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 their and try not to
see. But you can still the sin just as well my
mothers 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 happen to my not me bro,
but some in my hood is slangin kilos.
He's got a spot around the fucked up crib,
lord forgive her for all the she did.
Im thinking where was the police she was
buyin this, but i that the police could
give a less. about a another basehead,
in the street. But they 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
smoking yale, but cops are blind they cant see
because in my eyes was a junkie.


Mama the fast life, pregnant at 14,
back in those days it crack it was heroin,
Shot it in her to try to ease the pain,
an unplanned was made then I came,
straight the wound to witness my mama's doom,
in and my heard, i it that its coming soon.
Of all these nieghborhood critisizm,
her mind was gone, i she needed a exorcism.
booze and the fast times pretty soon,
my mama lost her fucking mind, adc welfare
recieptent, three children, not defadent.
few good times, badtimes and worst from speedballin
her motherfuckin bursts. I wish i coulda said I you
before she left, now my mind forever haunted my
mama's death, I asked my self how this happen to
me my o.d. cuz my mama was a junkie.