Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was a Playa

To My Nigga who brought me in world
Taught us Nigga

My old dad imported to the family
her God
My moms a queen at civaliza
My pops maybe was late but came home
My moms would put us to bed and she wait on
Soon as he walk in the door she
I turned out the Johnny
out the bed
We grabbed both his
Me and my
Not knowing the pain he gave my
Night night, fighting yelling at each other
My papa played the all day
Mama was either home, at work, while we played the hall way
She all she got to feed 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 younger
we got bigger, on to
Bigger that we knew what the time was
daddy was leaving the crib and moms love

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

So many kids I knew, knew what Pap was
why I show my pop love
He was still around I fucked up
He could have
My pregnant shock to death but stayed
Watch me crawl till I took my step, to the first grade
To my first fight
Right behind me he stand
No matter how big or he made me fight you like a man
dirt in your eye, swing my right scoop your ass and slam
He watched me so I get jumped by shorty's fam
Roaches and all over my crib him and moms relaxing
Next you know he packing
So I asked him
What's white shit on that plate and your facing?
why you butt ass from the waist
And who's this 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 understand little me
Was in you to me

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

Pop's me hold my own
Pop's told me value
Could I it papa was a rolling stone
Who loved the pretty brown
Out of town
Jumping in his jazz 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 white lines to trumpets to rhymes
And beats be pumping
he left he taught me something
A child's young years the important time to be there
That's why he stayed till we grew up, respect is here
I'm older now see what a father's about
One day can be in your life next day they be out
It's not of you, you know the deal
Him and your moms
If they stay together then will get killed
I you still
Always
Cause my nigger
Although you you was wrong
I feel you kid
Life on