Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Jackson

Yeah this one right here goes out to all the mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like

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

My baby's drama mama, like me
She be doing things like them boys come from her neighborhood
To the studio to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the american pie and her bite out
That's my house, I'll the cable and turn the lights out
And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a
Private school, daycare, shit medical bills I pay
I love mom and everything, but see I ain't the one who laid down
She rib you up to start a custody war, my lawyers stay down
you never got a chance 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 respect when I fall through
All you, do is that lady when I call you, yeah

Me and yo' daughter, got's thing going on
(We got a kind of thing going on)
You say it's love
We say it's grown
Hope that we feel this, 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 and I'll decline
meets queen, then the puppy love thing, together dream
Bout that crib the Goodyear 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 wish I
Become a to abacadabra all the sadder
Thoughts of me, of she, thoughts of he
Asking what happened to the feeling her and me
Had, I pray so much about it need knee, pads
It happened for a reason one be, mad
So know this, know that everything's
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 home girls
Done got your ass sent up the G
Without a paddle, you to straddle
And ride this on out
Now you and girl ain't speaking 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 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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