Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was a Playa

To My Nigga who me in this world
us right Nigga

My old dad to the family 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 he gave my mother
Night after night, yelling at each other
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 she cried by the phone pepping out the window heeding
But I didn't see it
hid it from us
We was kids
we got bigger, on to
Bigger things that we what the time was
daddy was leaving the crib and moms love

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

So kids I knew, never knew what Pap was
why I show my pop love
He was around when I fucked up
He have left
My moms pregnant shock to but stayed
Watch me crawl till I my first step, to the first grade
To my first fight
behind me he would stand
No matter how big or tall he made me you like 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
What's this shit on that plate and your facing?
Papa why you butt ass from the
And this lady I'm facing
Dark skin you're not my
He grabbed me up to run smooth words by me
Promise things he would buy me
If I kept my mouth close and don't mommy
He said one day understand little me
Was in you to me

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

Pop's told me my own
Pop's told me home
I help it papa was a rolling stone
Who loved the pretty brown
Out of bound
Jumping in his jazz Benz he
At I play his latest recordings
And it's now how, I do my thing now
I'm in the now
And of it his brain pow
To pull strings and power
From weed habits are now
No white to trumpets to tight rhymes
And beats that be
Before he he taught me something
A child's 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 about
One day they can be in your next day they be out
It's not because of you, you know the
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
goes on