Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was a Playa

To My Nigga who brought me in world
Taught us Nigga

My old dad imported to the family
her God
My moms a at university civaliza
My maybe was late but always came home
My moms would put us to bed and she would on
as he walk in the door she barking
I turned out the Johnny
out the bed
We grabbed both his
Me and my
Not knowing the he gave my mother
Night after night, fighting yelling at each
My played the street 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 by the phone pepping out the window heeding
But I didn't see it
hid it from us
We was kids
we got bigger, on to
Bigger that we knew what the time was
That was leaving the crib and moms love

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

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

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

told me hold my own
Pop's told me home
Could I help it papa was a rolling
Who loved the pretty round
Out of town
in his jazz Benz he touring
At home I play his recordings
And it's strange now how, I do my now
I'm in the now
And heard of it his pow
To pull strings and power
From habits are same now
No white to trumpets to tight rhymes
And beats be pumping
he left he taught me something
A child's young years the important time to be there
That's why he stayed till we up, respect is still here
I'm now see what having a father's about
One day they can be in your next day they be out
not because of you, you know the deal
Him and your moms
If they stay together then someone get killed
I love you
will
Cause my nigger
Although you you was wrong
I still you kid
goes on