Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was a Playa

To My Nigga who brought me in world
Taught us right

My old dad imported to the structure
her God
My moms a at university civaliza
My maybe was late but always came home
My moms put us to bed and she would wait on
Soon as he walk in the door she
I turned out the Carson
out the bed
We grabbed his legs
Me and my
Not knowing the pain he gave my
Night after night, fighting yelling at other
My papa played the all day
Mama was either home, at work, while we played inside the way
She sacrifices all she got to us
When she was alone she cried by the phone out the window heeding
But I didn't see it
Mama hid it us
We was kids
we got bigger, on to
Bigger that we knew what the time was
daddy was leaving the crib and moms love

Papa was player, wasn't papa
Papa loved the
Never got of
brown round
Running round (Shhhhh)
Don't tell your mother what's going
Papa was player, player papa
Papa loved the
got enough of
Pretty brown
Running round (Shhhhh)
Don't tell your mother what's going

So many kids I knew, never what Pap was
That's why I my pop love
He was around when I fucked up
He could have
My moms shock to death but stayed
Watch me crawl till I took my first step, to the grade
To my first fist
Right behind me he would
No matter how big or tall he me fight you like a man
Throw dirt in your eye, swing my right scoop ass and slam
He me so I wouldn't get jumped by shorty's fam
Roaches and weed all over my crib him and relaxing
Next thing you know he
So then I him
this white shit on that plate and your facing?
Papa why you butt ass the waist
And who's this I'm facing
Dark skin you're not my
He grabbed me up to run some words by me
things that he would buy me
If I kept my mouth close and don't tell
He said one day I'll little me
Was in you to me

Papa was player, player papa
Papa loved the
Never got of
Pretty brown
Running round (Shhhhh)
Don't tell your mother what's going
Papa was player, player wasn't
loved the ladies
Never got of
Pretty brown
Running town (Shhhhh)
Don't tell your mother going down

told me hold my own
Pop's told me home
Could I help it was a rolling stone
Who loved the pretty round
Out of town
Jumping in his Benz he touring
At I play his latest recordings
And it's strange now how, I do my now
I'm in the now
And of it his brain pow
To pull strings and gain
weed habits are same now
No white lines to trumpets to tight
And beats that be
Before he left he taught me
A child's young years the most important time to be
That's why he stayed we grew up, respect is still here
I'm older now see what having a about
One day they can be in your life next day be out
It's not of you, you know the deal
Him and your feel
If stay together then someone will get killed
I you still
Always
Cause that's my
Although you you was wrong
I feel you kid
goes on