Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was a Playa

To My Nigga who brought me in this
Taught us right

My old dad imported to the 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 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 the pain he gave my mother
Night after night, fighting yelling at each
My papa the street all day
Mama was either home, at work, while we played the hall way
She sacrifices all she got to 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 younger
we got bigger, on to
Bigger things that we knew what the was
That daddy was leaving the and moms love

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

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

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

Pop's told me my own
Pop's told me home
I help it papa was a rolling stone
Who loved the brown round
Out of town
Jumping in his jazz Benz he
At home I play his latest
And it's strange now how, I do my now
I'm in the now
And heard of it his pow
To strings and gain power
From weed habits are now
No white lines to to tight rhymes
And beats be pumping
Before he left he taught me
A child's young years the most time to be there
That's why he till we grew up, respect is still here
I'm older now see what having a 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 moms
If they stay together then someone get killed
I you still
will
Cause that's my
Although you you was wrong
I still you kid
Life on