Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was a Playa

To My Nigga who brought me in world
us right Nigga

My old dad imported to the structure
her God
My moms a at university civaliza
My maybe was late but always came home
My moms would put us to bed and she would on
Soon as he in the door she barking
I out the Johnny Carson
out the bed
We grabbed both his
Me and my
Not knowing the pain he my mother
Night night, fighting yelling at each other
My papa the street all day
Mama was either home, at work, while we inside 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
Mama hid it 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

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

So many kids I knew, never knew 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 fist
Right behind me he would
No matter how big or he made me fight you like a man
Throw dirt in your eye, swing my right scoop ass and slam
He watched me so I get jumped by shorty's fam
Roaches and weed all over my 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 from the
And who's this lady I'm
skin you're not my mommy
He grabbed me up to run some smooth by me
Promise things that he buy me
If I kept my mouth close and don't tell
He said one day I'll understand me
Was in you to me

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

told me hold my own
Pop's told me value
Could I help it was a rolling stone
Who loved the pretty round
Out of town
Jumping in his Benz he touring
At home I his latest recordings
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
weed habits are same now
No white lines to trumpets to tight
And beats that be
Before he left he taught me
A child's young years the most time 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 your next day they be out
It's not because of you, you know the
Him and your moms
If they stay together then will get killed
I love you
will
Cause that's my
you felt you was wrong
I feel you kid
Life on