Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was a Playa

To My Nigga who me in this world
us right Nigga

My old dad imported to the family
her God
My a queen at university civaliza
My pops maybe was but always 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 his legs
Me and my
Not knowing the pain he my mother
after night, fighting yelling at each other
My played the street all day
Mama was either home, at work, while we played inside the way
She sacrifices all she got to 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 younger
we got bigger, on to
Bigger things that we what the time was
That daddy was leaving the and moms love

Papa was player, player wasn't
Papa the ladies
got enough 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 down

So many I knew, never knew what Pap was
That's why I my pop love
He was still when I fucked up
He could have
My pregnant shock to death but stayed
Watch me crawl till I took my first step, to the grade
To my first fist
Right me he would stand
No matter how big or tall he made me fight you a man
Throw dirt in your eye, swing my scoop your ass and slam
He me so I wouldn't get jumped by shorty's fam
Roaches and weed all my crib him and moms relaxing
Next you know he packing
So then I him
What's white shit on that plate and your facing?
why you butt ass from the waist
And this lady I'm facing
Dark skin you're not my
He grabbed me up to run smooth words by me
Promise that he would buy me
If I kept my mouth close and tell mommy
He said one day I'll little me
Was in you to me

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

told me hold my own
Pop's me value home
Could I it papa was a rolling stone
Who loved the pretty brown
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
From weed habits are 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 important time to be
That's why he stayed we grew up, respect is still here
I'm older now see having a father's about
One day they can be in your life next day be out
It's not because of you, you know the
Him and your moms
If stay together then someone will get killed
I you still
Always
that's my nigger
Although you felt you was
I still you kid
Life on