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 family
her God
My a queen 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 in the door she barking
I out the Johnny Carson
out the bed
We grabbed his legs
Me and my
Not knowing the pain he 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 all she got to feed us
When she was alone she cried by the phone out the window heeding
But I didn't see it
hid it from us
We was younger
we got bigger, on to
Bigger things that we knew the time was
That daddy was leaving the crib and moms

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

So many I knew, never knew what Pap was
That's why I show my pop
He was around when I fucked up
He could have
My moms pregnant to death but stayed
Watch me crawl till I took my step, to the first grade
To my first fight
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 right your ass and slam
He watched me so I wouldn't get by shorty's fam
Roaches and weed all my crib him and moms relaxing
thing you know he packing
So I asked him
this white shit on that plate and your facing?
Papa why you butt ass from the
And who's this lady I'm
Dark skin you're not my
He grabbed me up to run some smooth by me
Promise that 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
Papa the ladies
Never got of
Pretty round
Running town (Shhhhh)
Don't tell your what's going down
Papa was player, player papa
Papa loved the
got enough of
Pretty round
Running round (Shhhhh)
Don't tell your mother what's down

Pop's told me my own
told me value home
Could I it papa was a rolling stone
Who loved the pretty round
Out of bound
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 of it his brain pow
To strings and gain power
From weed are same now
No white lines to trumpets to tight
And beats that be
Before he he taught me something
A young years the most important time to be there
That's why he till we grew up, respect is still here
I'm older now see what having a father's
One day can be in your life next day they be out
It's not of you, you know the deal
Him and moms feel
If they stay together then will get killed
I love you
will
Cause my nigger
you felt you was wrong
I feel you kid
goes on