Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was A Player

To my
Brought me in this
That's nigga

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

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

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

She sacrifices all she got to us
she was alone she cried by the phone
Peeppin' out the window,
But still I see it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

in his jazz Benz he tourin'
At I play his latest recordin's
And it's strange how, I do my 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 to trumpets to tight rhymes
And beats that be
Before he he taught me somethin'

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

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

you felt you was wrong
I feel you kid
Life on