Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was A Player

To my
Brought me in this
right nigga

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

as he walked in the door, she barkin'
I turned out the Carson, jumped out the bed
We both his legs, me and my brother
Not knowin' the pain he gave my

Night after night, fightin', yellin' at other
My papa played the all day
Mama was either home, at
we played inside the hall way

She sacrifices all she got to us
When she was alone she cried by the
out the window, heedin'
But I didn't see it

Mama hid it us, we was kids younger
we got bigger, on to
Bigger things that we what the time was
That daddy was this crib and my mom's love

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

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

So kids I knew, never knew who Pap was
That's why I show my pop
He was around when I fucked up
He could have left, my moms pregnant shock to death but

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

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

Papa why you ass from the waist
And who's this lady I'm
Dark you're 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 tell Mommy
He said one day I'll little me
Was in you to me

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

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

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

Jumping in his Benz he tourin'
At home I play his latest
And strange how, I do my thing now
I'm in the game now and of it his brain pow

To pull strings and gain power from habits are same now
No white lines to to tight rhymes
And that be pumpin'
Before he left he taught me

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

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

you felt you was wrong
I feel you kid
goes on