Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was a Playa

To My Nigga who brought me in this
Taught us Nigga

My old dad to the family structure
her God
My a queen at university civaliza
My pops was late but always came home
My moms would put us to bed and she would on
Soon as he walk in the she barking
I turned out the Carson
out the bed
We both his legs
Me and my
Not knowing the he gave my mother
Night after night, fighting yelling at other
My papa played the all day
Mama was either home, at work, while we inside the hall way
She all she got to feed us
When she was alone she cried by the phone out the window heeding
But still I see it
hid it from us
We was kids
we got bigger, on to
Bigger things that we knew what the was
That daddy was the crib and moms love

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

So many I knew, never knew what Pap was
why I show my pop love
He was still when I fucked 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 me he would stand
No matter how big or tall he me fight you like a man
Throw dirt in your eye, my right scoop your ass and slam
He watched me so I get jumped by shorty's fam
and weed all over my crib him and moms relaxing
Next thing you he packing
So then I him
What's white shit on that plate and your facing?
Papa why you ass from the waist
And who's this lady I'm
Dark skin you're not my
He grabbed me up to run smooth words by me
Promise things that he buy me
If I kept my mouth close and tell mommy
He said one day understand little me
Was in you to me

was player, player wasn't papa
Papa the ladies
Never got of
brown round
Running town (Shhhhh)
tell your mother what's going down
Papa was player, player wasn't
loved the ladies
Never got of
brown round
Running round (Shhhhh)
Don't tell your mother 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 round
Out of town
in his jazz Benz he touring
At home I his latest recordings
And it's strange now how, I do my now
I'm in the now
And heard of it his pow
To pull strings and power
From weed habits are now
No white to trumpets to tight rhymes
And beats that be
he left he taught me something
A child's young years the most important to be there
That's why he stayed we grew 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 of you, you know the deal
Him and your moms
If they stay together then someone get killed
I you still
Always
Cause that's my
you felt you was wrong
I feel you kid
goes on