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 like

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

My baby's drama mama, don't me
She be doing things like having 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, disconnect 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 laid
She wanna rib you up to start a war, my lawyers stay down
Shit you got a chance to hear my side of the story we was divided
She had fish fries and cookouts for my birthday I ain't invited
it, I show her the utmost respect when I fall through
All you, do is defend that when I call you, yeah

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

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

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 up the creek G
Without a paddle, you left to
And ride this 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 same
So who you the blame on, you keep on singing the same song
Let bygones be bygones, you can go on and get the on
You and your

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