Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was A Player

To my
Brought me in this
That's right

My old dad to the family structure
Provide her God, my mom's a at university in civaliza
My pops maybe was late but 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

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

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

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

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

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

So many kids I knew, knew who Pap was
why I show my pop love
He was still when I fucked up
He have left, my moms pregnant shock to death but stayed

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

He watched me so I get jumped by Shorty's fam
Roaches and all over my crib him and me moms relaxin'
Next thing you know he packin' so I asked him
What's this white shit on that and you're facin'?

Papa why you ass from the waist
And who's lady 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 and don't tell 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
brown round, runnin' round town
Don't your mother what's goin' down

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

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

Jumping in his jazz Benz he
At home I his latest recordin's
And it's strange how, I do my now
I'm in the game now and heard of it his pow

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

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

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

Although you felt you was
I still you kid
Life on