Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was A Player

To my
Brought me in world
That's right

My old dad imported to the family
Provide her God, my a queen at university in civaliza
My pops maybe was late but always 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 after night, fightin', at each other
My papa the street all day
Mama was home, at work
we played inside the hall way

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

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

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

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

So many kids I knew, never 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 to the first grade
To my first fist fight, 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 scoop your ass and

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 this white shit on plate and you're facin'?

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

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

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

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

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

Jumping in his jazz he tourin'
At I play his latest 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 gain power from weed are same now
No white lines to trumpets to tight
And beats be pumpin'
Before he left he taught me

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

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

Although you felt you was
I feel you kid
goes on