Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was A Player

To my
me in this world
That's right

My old dad imported to the structure
Provide her God, my mom's a queen at university in
My maybe was late but always came home
My moms would put us to bed and she would on

Soon as he in the door, she barkin'
I out the Jonny Carson, jumped out the bed
We grabbed his legs, me and my brother
Not knowin' the he gave my mother

Night night, fightin', yellin' at each other
My papa played the all day
Mama was home, at work
While we played the hall way

She all she got to feed us
When she was alone she by the phone
Peeppin' out the window,
But I didn't see it

hid it from us, we was kids younger
we got bigger, on to
Bigger that we knew what the time was
That daddy was leavin' this crib and my love

Poppa was a player, player Poppa
loved the ladies, never got enough of
Pretty round, runnin' round town
Don't tell your mother, goin' down

was a player, player wasn't Poppa
Poppa loved the ladies, got enough of
Pretty brown round, round town
Don't tell your mother, what's down

So many I knew, never knew who Pap was
why I show my pop love
He was around when I fucked up
He could left, my moms pregnant shock to death but stayed

Watch me crawl till I took my step to the first grade
To my first fist fight, behind me he would stand
No matter how big or tall, he made me fight you a man
Throw dirt in eye, swing my right scoop your ass and slam

He watched me so I wouldn't get jumped by fam
Roaches and weed all over my crib him and me relaxin'
Next thing you know he packin' so then I him
What's this white shit on that and you're facin'?

Papa why you butt ass from the
And who's this I'm facin'
Dark skin you're not my
He grabbed me up to run 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

Poppa was a player, player Poppa
Poppa the ladies, never got enough of
Pretty brown round, round town
Don't tell your mother what's goin'

was a player, player wasn't Poppa
Poppa loved the ladies, never got of
Pretty brown round, runnin' round
Don't tell mother what's goin' down

Pop's told me my own, Pop's told me value home
Could I help it Poppa was a Stone
Who loved the pretty brown
Out of town

Jumping in his jazz he tourin'
At I play his latest recordin's
And it's how, I do my thing now
I'm in the now and heard of it his brain pow

To strings and gain power from weed habits are same now
No white to trumpets to tight rhymes
And beats that be
Before he left he me somethin'

A child's years the most important time to be there
That's why he stayed till we grew up, respect is still
I'm older now see what a father's about
One day they can be in your life, day they be out

It's not because of you, you the deal
Him and moms feel
If they stay together someone will get killed
I love you still, will 'cause that's my nigga

Although you felt you was
I feel you kid
goes on