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 mom's a queen at in civaliza
My maybe was late but always came home
My moms would put us to bed and she wait on

as he walked 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 other
My papa played the all day
Mama was home, at work
While we played the hall way

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

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

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

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

So many kids I knew, 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 to death but stayed

Watch me crawl till I took my first step to the first
To my first fight, right behind me he would stand
No matter how big or tall, he me fight you like a man
Throw dirt in your eye, my right 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'
thing you know he packin' so then I asked him
What's this white shit on that and you're facin'?

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

Promise that he would buy me
If I kept my mouth close and don't tell
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 brown round, round town
Don't your mother what's goin' down

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

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

Jumping in his jazz he tourin'
At I play his latest recordin's
And it's how, I do my thing 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 lines to trumpets to rhymes
And beats be pumpin'
Before he left he me somethin'

A child's young years the most time to be there
That's why he stayed till we grew up, respect is still
I'm older now see havin' a father's about
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 then will get killed
I you still, always will 'cause that's my nigga

Although you you was wrong
I feel you kid
Life on