Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Jackson

Yeah this one right here 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 to make your daughter cry
I apologize a times
I'm Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never to make your daughter cry
I apologize a times

My drama mama, don't like me
She be doing like having them boys come from her neighborhood
To the trying to fight 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 bills I pay
I love your mom and everything, but see I ain't the one who down
She wanna rib you up to start a war, my lawyers stay 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 when I through
All you, do is that lady when I call you, yeah

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

Ten times out of nine, now if I'm fine
The quickest muzzle throw it on my mouth and decline
King meets queen, then the puppy love thing, dream
Bout that with the Goodyear swing
On the oak tree, I hope we feel like forever
Forever, forever, ever, forever,
Forever never seems that long until grown
And notice that the day by day can't be too wrong
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I I could
Become a to abacadabra all the sadder
Thoughts of me, of she, thoughts of he
Asking what happened to the that her and me
Had, I pray so much it need some knee, pads
It happened for a reason one be, mad
So know this, know 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, at the way you treat me
You see your little nosy-ass home
got your ass sent up the creek G
Without a paddle, you left to
And ride thing on out
Now you and your girl ain't speaking no
my dick all in her mouth
Know what I'm about? Jealousy, infidelity, envy
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 be bygones, you can go on and get the hell on
You and your

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