Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was a Playa

To My who brought me in this world
Taught us right

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

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

So many kids I knew, never what Pap was
That's why I show my pop
He was around when I fucked up
He have left
My moms pregnant shock to death but
Watch me crawl I took my first step, to the first grade
To my first fist
Right behind me he would
No matter how big or he made me fight you like a man
Throw dirt in your eye, my right scoop your ass and slam
He watched me so I wouldn't get jumped by fam
Roaches and weed all my crib him and moms relaxing
Next thing you he packing
So then I him
What's this shit on that plate and your facing?
Papa why you ass from the waist
And who's lady I'm facing
Dark skin not my mommy
He grabbed me up to run some smooth by me
Promise that he would buy me
If I my mouth close and don't tell mommy
He said one day understand little me
Was in you to me

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

told me hold my own
Pop's told me home
Could I help it was a rolling stone
Who loved the brown round
Out of bound
in his jazz Benz he touring
At home I his latest recordings
And strange now how, I do my thing 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 to tight rhymes
And that be pumping
Before he left he taught me
A child's young years the most time to be there
That's why he stayed we grew up, respect is still here
I'm older now see what a father's about
One day they can be in your life next day be out
It's not because of you, you know the
Him and your moms
If they stay together then someone will get
I love you
will
Cause my nigger
Although you you was wrong
I feel you kid
Life on