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 this

I'm sorry Ms. (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 make your 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 to fight me
She need to get a, of the american pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable and turn the out
And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a
Private school, daycare, shit medical I pay that
I love mom and everything, but see I ain't the one who laid down
She wanna rib you up to 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 that lady when I you, yeah

Me and yo' daughter, this thing going on
(We got a kind 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 pretty
But you can't the weather, Ms. Jackson

Ten times out of nine, now if I'm lyin;
The quickest muzzle throw it on my mouth and I'll
King meets queen, then the puppy love thing, together
Bout crib with the Goodyear swing
On the oak tree, I hope we like this forever
Forever, forever, ever, forever,
never seems that long until you're grown
And notice that the day by day ruler can't be too
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I I could
a magician to abacadabra all the sadder
Thoughts of me, of she, thoughts of he
Asking happened to the feeling that 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, that everything's cool
And yes I will be present on the 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
Done got your ass sent up the G
a paddle, you left to straddle
And ride this on out
Now you and your girl ain't speaking no
Cause my all in her mouth
Know what I'm about? Jealousy, infidelity, envy
to beating, envy 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 mama

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