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 always home
My would put us to bed and she would wait on
Soon as he walk in the door she
I turned out the Johnny
out the bed
We both his legs
Me and my
Not the pain he gave my mother
Night after night, fighting at each other
My papa 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 she cried by the phone pepping out the window heeding
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 leaving the crib and love

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

So kids I knew, never knew what Pap was
why I show my pop love
He was still around when I up
He could have
My moms pregnant shock to but stayed
Watch me till I took my first step, to the first grade
To my first fight
Right behind me he stand
No how big or tall he made me fight you like a man
Throw dirt in your eye, swing my right your ass and slam
He watched me so I wouldn't get jumped by 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 butt ass the waist
And this lady I'm facing
Dark skin 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 understand me
Was in you to me

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

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