Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Jackson

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

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

My drama mama, don't like me
She be doing things like having them come from her neighborhood
To the studio trying to me
She to get a, piece of the american pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I'll disconnect the and turn the lights out
And let her know her is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private school, daycare, shit bills I pay that
I love your mom and everything, but see I ain't the one who down
She wanna rib you up to start a custody war, my lawyers down
Shit you never got a chance to 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 I fall through
All you, do is defend that lady when I you, yeah

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

Ten times out of nine, now if I'm 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 swing
On the oak tree, I we feel like this forever
Forever, forever, ever, forever,
Forever never seems that until you're grown
And that the day by day ruler can't be too wrong
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I I could
Become a magician to abacadabra all the
Thoughts of me, of she, thoughts of he
Asking what to the feeling that her and me
Had, I pray so much about it need knee, pads
It for a reason one can't be, mad
So this, know that everything's cool
And yes I be present on the first day of school, and graduation

Uh, uh,
"Look at the way he me"
Shit, at the way you treat me
You see your little nosy-ass girls
got your ass sent up the creek G
Without a paddle, you left to
And ride this on out
Now you and your girl ain't speaking no
Cause my all in her mouth
Know what I'm talking about? Jealousy, infidelity,
Cheating to beating, and to the G they be the same 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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