Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was a Playa

To My Nigga who brought me in this
Taught us right

My old dad to the family structure
her God
My moms a queen at university
My maybe was late but always came home
My moms put us to bed and she would wait on
Soon as he in the door she barking
I turned out the Carson
out the bed
We grabbed his legs
Me and my
Not knowing the he gave my mother
Night after night, yelling at each 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 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 and moms love

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

So many kids I knew, never knew Pap was
That's why I my pop love
He was around when I fucked up
He have left
My moms pregnant to death but stayed
Watch me till I took my first step, to the first grade
To my first fight
Right behind me he would
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 jumped by fam
Roaches and all over my crib him and moms relaxing
Next you know he packing
So then I him
What's this white shit on that and your facing?
Papa why you ass from the waist
And this lady I'm facing
Dark skin you're not my
He grabbed me up to run some smooth by me
Promise things he would buy me
If I kept my mouth close and don't mommy
He said one day I'll little me
Was in you to me

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
Papa was player, wasn't papa
Papa loved the
got enough of
Pretty round
Running town (Shhhhh)
Don't tell your what's going down

Pop's told me my own
told me value home
Could I help it papa was a rolling
Who loved the brown round
Out of town
Jumping in his jazz he touring
At home I play his recordings
And strange now how, I do my thing now
I'm in the now
And of it his brain pow
To strings and gain power
From habits are same now
No white lines to trumpets to rhymes
And beats that be
Before he left he me something
A child's young years the most time to be there
That's why he stayed till we grew up, respect is still
I'm now see what having a father's about
One day they can be in your life next day be out
not because of you, you know the deal
Him and your feel
If stay together then someone will get killed
I love you
Always
that's my nigger
Although you you was wrong
I still you kid
goes on