Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was a Playa

To My Nigga who brought me in this
Taught us Nigga

My old dad imported to the structure
her God
My moms a queen at university
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 out the Johnny Carson
out the bed
We both his legs
Me and my
Not knowing the he gave my mother
Night after night, fighting at each other
My papa the street all day
Mama was either home, at work, we played inside the hall way
She all she got to feed us
When she was alone she cried by the phone pepping out the heeding
But still I see it
Mama hid it us
We was kids
we got bigger, on to
Bigger things that we knew what the was
That daddy was leaving the and moms love

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

So many kids I knew, never what Pap was
why I show my pop love
He was still when I fucked up
He could left
My moms pregnant to death but stayed
Watch me till I took my first step, to the first grade
To my first fight
behind me he would stand
No matter how big or tall he made me you like a man
Throw dirt in your eye, swing my right your ass and slam
He watched me so I wouldn't get by shorty's fam
Roaches and weed all over my him and moms relaxing
Next thing you he packing
So then I him
What's white shit on that plate and your facing?
Papa why you butt ass from the
And who's lady I'm facing
skin you're not my mommy
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
loved the ladies
Never got of
Pretty round
Running round (Shhhhh)
Don't tell your mother what's going
Papa was player, player wasn't
loved the ladies
Never got of
brown round
Running round (Shhhhh)
Don't tell mother what's going down

Pop's me hold my own
Pop's me value home
Could I help it papa was a rolling
Who loved the brown round
Out of bound
Jumping in his jazz Benz he
At home I play his latest
And strange now how, I do my thing now
I'm in the now
And of it his brain pow
To strings and gain power
From weed habits are now
No white lines to trumpets to tight
And that be pumping
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 next day they be out
not because of you, you know the deal
Him and your feel
If they stay then someone will get killed
I love you
will
Cause my nigger
Although you felt you was
I feel you kid
Life on