Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Jackson

Yeah this one here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, mamas, mamas
Yeah, go this

I'm Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant to make daughter cry
I apologize a times
I'm Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant to your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion

My baby's drama mama, don't me
She be doing things like them boys come from her neighborhood
To the studio trying to me
She need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her out
That's my house, I'll the cable and turn the lights out
And let her her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private school, daycare, shit medical I pay that
I love your mom and everything, but see I the one who laid down
She wanna rib you up to start a war, my lawyers stay down
Shit you got a chance to hear my side of the story we was divided
She had fish fries and cookouts for my birthday I ain't invited
Despite it, I show her the utmost respect when I through
All you, do is defend that lady when I call you,

Me and yo' daughter, this thing going on
(We got a special of thing going on)
You say puppy love
We say it's grown
Hope that we this, feel this way forever
You can plan a picnic
But you can't predict the weather, Ms.

Ten out of nine, now if I'm lyin; fine
The quickest muzzle it on my mouth and I'll decline
King meets queen, the puppy love thing, together dream
Bout that crib with the swing
On the oak tree, I hope we feel like this
Forever, forever, ever, forever,
Forever seems that long until you're grown
And that the day by day ruler can't be too wrong
Ms. Jackson my were good I wish I could
Become a to abacadabra all the sadder
Thoughts of me, thoughts of she, of he
Asking what happened to the feeling her and me
Had, I pray so much about it need knee, pads
It happened for a one can't be, mad
So know this, know that cool
And yes I will be on the first day of school, and graduation

Uh, uh,
"Look at the way he me"
Shit, look at the way you me
You see your little nosy-ass girls
Done got your ass sent up the G
Without a paddle, you to straddle
And ride thing on out
Now you and girl ain't speaking no more
my dick all in her mouth
Know what I'm talking about? Jealousy, infidelity,
Cheating to beating, envy and to the G they be the same
So who you the blame on, you keep on singing the same song
Let bygones be bygones, you can go on and get the on
You and your

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