Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Jackson

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

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for
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 a trillion times

My baby's drama mama, like me
She be doing things like them boys come from her neighborhood
To the trying to fight me
She need to get a, of the american pie and take her bite out
That's my house, disconnect the cable and turn the lights out
And let her her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private school, daycare, shit bills I pay that
I love mom and everything, but see I ain't the one who laid down
She rib you up to start a custody war, my lawyers stay down
Shit you never got a chance to hear my of the story we was divided
She had fish fries and for my child's birthday I ain't invited
Despite it, I her the utmost respect when I fall through
All you, do is defend lady when I call you, yeah

Me and yo' daughter, got's this going on
(We got a kind of thing going on)
You say it's love
We say it's grown
that we feel this, feel this way forever
You can plan a pretty
But you predict the weather, Ms. Jackson

Ten out of nine, now if I'm lyin; fine
The quickest throw it on my mouth and I'll decline
King meets queen, then the puppy thing, together dream
Bout that crib with the Goodyear
On the oak tree, I we feel like this forever
Forever, forever, ever, forever,
Forever never seems that long you're grown
And notice that the day by day ruler be too wrong
Ms. Jackson my were good I wish I could
Become a magician to all the sadder
Thoughts of me, of she, thoughts of he
Asking happened to the feeling that her and me
Had, I pray so about it need some knee, pads
It for a reason one can't be, mad
So know this, that everything's cool
And yes I will be present on the first day of school, and

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 this on out
Now you and girl ain't speaking no more
my dick all in her mouth
Know what I'm talking Jealousy, infidelity, envy
Cheating to beating, envy and to the G they be the thing
So who you placing the blame on, you keep on the same song
Let be bygones, you can go on and get the hell on
You and your

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