Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was A Player

To my
Brought me in this
That's nigga

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

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

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

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

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

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

Poppa was a player, wasn't Poppa
Poppa loved the ladies, never got of
brown round, runnin' 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 still around I fucked up
He could have left, my moms pregnant shock to death but

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

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

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

Promise that he would buy me
If I kept my mouth and don't tell Mommy
He one day I'll understand little me
Was in you to me

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

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

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

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

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

A child's young the most important time to be there
That's why he stayed we grew up, respect is still here
I'm older now see what 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 moms feel
If they together then someone will get killed
I love you still, always will 'cause my nigga

Although you you was wrong
I still you kid
goes on