Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was a Playa

To My who brought me in this world
us right Nigga

My old dad imported to the structure
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 would on
Soon as he walk in the door she
I turned out the Carson
out the bed
We grabbed his legs
Me and my
Not knowing the pain he gave my
Night after night, fighting yelling at other
My papa the street all day
Mama was either home, at work, we played inside the hall way
She all she got to feed us
When she was alone she by the phone pepping out the window heeding
But still I see it
hid it from us
We was younger
we got bigger, on to
Bigger things we knew what the time was
That daddy was the crib and moms love

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

So many kids I knew, knew what Pap was
why I show my pop love
He was still around I fucked up
He could left
My moms pregnant to death but stayed
Watch me till I took my first step, to the first grade
To my first fight
Right behind me he stand
No matter how big or tall he made me fight you a man
Throw in your eye, swing my right scoop your ass and slam
He watched me so I get jumped by shorty's fam
Roaches and weed all my crib him and moms relaxing
Next thing you know he
So I asked him
What's this white shit on that plate and facing?
why you butt ass from the waist
And who's lady I'm facing
Dark you're not my mommy
He me up to run some smooth words by me
things that he would buy me
If I kept my mouth close and don't mommy
He said one day I'll little me
Was in you to me

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

Pop's me hold my own
told me value home
Could I it papa was a rolling stone
Who the pretty brown round
Out of town
Jumping in his jazz 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 gain
From weed are same now
No white to trumpets to tight rhymes
And beats that be
he left he taught me something
A child's years the most important time to be there
That's why he stayed till we up, respect is still here
I'm older now see having a father's about
One day they can be in life next day they be out
It's not because of you, you know the
Him and moms feel
If stay together then someone will get killed
I love you
Always
Cause my nigger
Although you you was wrong
I feel you kid
Life on