Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was a Playa

To My Nigga who me in this world
Taught us right

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
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 pain he gave my
Night after night, fighting yelling at each
My papa the street all day
Mama was either home, at work, we played inside the hall way
She sacrifices all she got to 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
Never got of
Pretty brown
Running town (Shhhhh)
Don't tell your mother what's down
Papa was player, wasn't papa
Papa loved the
Never got of
brown round
Running town (Shhhhh)
Don't tell your mother what's going

So many kids I knew, never what Pap was
That's why I my pop love
He was still around when I up
He could left
My pregnant shock to death 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 scoop your ass and
He watched me so I wouldn't get by shorty's fam
and weed all over my crib him and moms relaxing
Next thing you he packing
So I asked him
this white shit on that plate and your facing?
Papa why you butt ass the waist
And who's lady I'm facing
Dark skin you're not my
He grabbed me up to run smooth words by me
things that he would buy me
If I kept my close and don't tell mommy
He said one day I'll understand me
Was in you to me

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

Pop's me hold my own
Pop's told me value
Could I help it papa was a rolling
Who loved the brown round
Out of town
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 gain
From weed are same now
No lines to trumpets to tight rhymes
And that be pumping
Before he left he me something
A child's young years the most important to be there
That's why he stayed till we up, respect is still here
I'm older now see what a father's about
One day they can be in life next day they be out
not because of you, you know the deal
Him and moms feel
If they stay together then someone get killed
I love you
Always
that's my nigger
Although you felt you was
I still you kid
goes on