Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was a Playa

To My Nigga who brought me in this
us right Nigga

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

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

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

Papa was player, player papa
Papa loved the
got enough of
Pretty round
round town (Shhhhh)
Don't tell your what's going down
Papa was player, wasn't papa
Papa loved the
got enough of
Pretty round
Running round (Shhhhh)
Don't tell your mother what's down

Pop's told me my own
Pop's me value home
I help it papa was a rolling stone
Who loved the pretty brown
Out of bound
Jumping in his jazz Benz he
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 power
weed habits are same now
No white to trumpets to tight rhymes
And beats that be
Before he he taught me something
A child's young years the most time to be there
That's why he stayed till we grew up, is still here
I'm now see what having a father's about
One day they can be in your life day they be out
It's not because of you, you the deal
Him and your feel
If they stay together then will get killed
I love you
will
Cause that's my
you felt you was wrong
I still you kid
goes on