Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Jackson

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

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

My baby's drama mama, like me
She be doing things like having them boys come from her
To the studio trying to me
She need to get a, piece of the pie and take her bite out
That's my house, disconnect the cable and turn the lights out
And let her know her is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private school, daycare, shit medical bills I pay
I love your mom and everything, but see I the one who laid down
She wanna rib you up to start a custody war, my stay down
Shit you never got a to hear my side of the story we was divided
She had fish fries and cookouts for my child's birthday I ain't
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, got's this thing on
(We got a special kind of thing on)
You say it's love
We say it's full
Hope we feel this, feel this way forever
You can plan a pretty
But you can't the weather, Ms. Jackson

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

Uh, uh,
"Look at the way he me"
Shit, look at the way you me
You see your little home girls
Done got your ass sent up the G
Without a paddle, you to straddle
And ride thing on out
Now you and your girl ain't 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 singing the song
Let be bygones, you can go on and get the hell on
You and mama

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