Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was a Playa

To My who brought me in this world
Taught us right

My old dad imported to the family
her God
My moms a at university civaliza
My maybe was late but always came home
My would put us to bed and she would wait 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 he gave my mother
Night after night, fighting yelling at each
My papa the street all day
Mama was either home, at work, while we played the hall way
She sacrifices all she got to us
When she was alone she cried by the phone pepping out the window
But I didn't see it
Mama hid it us
We was younger
we got bigger, on to
Bigger things that we knew what the was
That daddy was the crib and moms love

Papa was player, player wasn't
Papa loved the
Never got of
brown round
Running town (Shhhhh)
Don't tell mother what's going down
was player, player wasn't papa
Papa 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
why I show my pop love
He was still when I fucked up
He have left
My moms pregnant to death but stayed
Watch me crawl till I took my first step, to the first
To my fist fight
Right behind me he would
No matter how big or tall he made me fight you a man
dirt in your eye, swing my right scoop your ass and slam
He me so I wouldn't get jumped by shorty's fam
Roaches and all over my crib him and moms relaxing
thing you know he packing
So I asked him
What's this shit on that plate and your facing?
why you butt ass from the waist
And who's this I'm facing
Dark you're not my mommy
He me up to run some smooth words by me
Promise things that he buy me
If I kept my mouth and don't tell mommy
He said one day I'll little me
Was in you to me

Papa was player, player wasn't
loved the ladies
Never got of
Pretty round
round town (Shhhhh)
Don't tell mother what's going down
Papa was player, wasn't papa
loved the ladies
Never got of
Pretty round
round 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 brown round
Out of town
in his jazz Benz 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 pull strings and gain
From weed are same now
No white lines to trumpets to rhymes
And beats be pumping
Before he left he taught me
A young years the most important time to be there
That's why he stayed till we grew up, respect is here
I'm older now see 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 moms feel
If they stay then someone will get killed
I you still
will
Cause my nigger
you felt you was wrong
I still you kid
Life on