Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was a Playa

To My Nigga who brought me in world
us right Nigga

My old dad imported to the structure
her God
My moms a queen at university
My pops maybe was late but always came
My moms would put us to bed and she would on
as he walk in the door she barking
I turned out the Carson
out the bed
We grabbed both his
Me and my
Not knowing the pain he gave my
Night after night, fighting yelling at other
My papa the street all day
was either home, at work, while 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 window
But still I see it
Mama hid it us
We was kids
we got bigger, on to
Bigger things that we knew the time 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 your mother going down
Papa was player, player papa
Papa the ladies
got enough of
Pretty round
Running round (Shhhhh)
Don't tell your mother what's 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 shock to death but stayed
Watch me crawl till I took my first step, to the grade
To my fist fight
Right behind me he would
No matter how big or tall he me fight you like a man
dirt in your eye, swing my right scoop your ass and slam
He watched me so I wouldn't get by shorty's fam
Roaches and weed all over my crib him and moms
Next you know he packing
So I asked him
What's this white shit on plate and your facing?
Papa why you ass from the waist
And who's this lady I'm
Dark you're not my mommy
He grabbed me up to run some smooth by me
Promise things that he buy me
If I kept my mouth and don't tell mommy
He said one day understand little me
Was in you to me

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

told me hold my own
Pop's told me home
I help it papa was a rolling stone
Who loved the pretty brown
Out of town
Jumping in his jazz he touring
At I play his latest recordings
And strange now how, I do my thing now
I'm in the now
And heard of it his pow
To pull strings and gain
weed habits are same now
No white lines to trumpets to rhymes
And that be pumping
Before he left he taught me
A child's young years the important time to be there
That's why he stayed till we grew up, respect is still
I'm older now see what having a about
One day they can be in your next day they be out
It's not because of you, you the deal
Him and moms feel
If they together then someone will get killed
I you still
will
Cause my nigger
Although you felt you was
I still you kid
goes on