Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was A Player

To my
Brought me in world
right nigga

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

Soon as he 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 he gave my mother

Night night, fightin', yellin' at each 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
Peeppin' out the window,
But still I see it

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

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

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

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

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

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

Promise things that he buy me
If I kept my mouth close and tell Mommy
He said one day understand little me
Was in you to me

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's not of you, you know the deal
Him and your moms
If they stay together then someone get killed
I love you still, always 'cause that's my nigga

you felt you was wrong
I still you kid
goes on