Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was A Player

To my
Brought me in this
That's right

My old dad imported to the structure
her God, my mom's a queen 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 turned out the 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 played the street all day
Mama was either home, at
While we played inside the 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

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, runnin' town
Don't tell your mother, what's goin'

Poppa was a player, player Poppa
Poppa loved the ladies, never got of
Pretty brown round, runnin' town
tell your mother, what's goin' down

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

me crawl till I took my first step to the first grade
To my first fist fight, right me he would stand
No matter how big or tall, he made me you like 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 all over my crib him and me moms relaxin'
Next thing you know he so then 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 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 wasn't
Poppa the ladies, never got enough of
Pretty round, runnin' round town
Don't tell your what's goin' down

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

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

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

To pull strings and power from weed habits are same now
No white lines to trumpets to tight
And beats be pumpin'
Before he left he 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 what havin' a father's
One day can be in your life, next day they be out

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

you felt you was wrong
I still you kid
goes on