Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was a Playa

To My Nigga who brought me in world
Taught us Nigga

My old dad to the family structure
her God
My moms a queen at university
My pops maybe was late but always came
My moms would put us to bed and she would on
as he walk in the door she barking
I turned out the Carson
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 inside the way
She all she got to feed us
When she was alone she cried by the phone pepping out the heeding
But I didn't see it
Mama hid it us
We was younger
we got bigger, on to
Bigger things that we what the time was
That was leaving the crib and moms love

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

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

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

Pop's told me my own
Pop's told me value
Could I help it papa was a rolling
Who loved the pretty brown
Out of town
Jumping in his jazz 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 power
weed habits are same now
No white to trumpets to tight rhymes
And that be pumping
Before he left he me something
A child's years the most important time to be there
That's why he stayed till we grew up, is still here
I'm older now see what a father's about
One day they can be in life next day they be out
not because of you, you know the deal
Him and your moms
If they stay together then someone get killed
I you still
Always
Cause my nigger
Although you you was wrong
I still you kid
Life on