Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was A Player

To my
me in this world
That's right

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

Soon as he in the door, she barkin'
I out the Jonny 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 other
My played the street all day
Mama was home, at work
While we inside the hall way

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

hid it from us, we was kids 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, wasn't Poppa
Poppa loved the ladies, never got of
Pretty brown round, runnin' town
tell your mother, what's goin' down

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

So many kids I knew, knew who Pap was
That's why I my pop love
He was still around when I up
He could have left, my moms shock to death but stayed

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

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

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

Promise things 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 Poppa
Poppa the ladies, never got enough of
Pretty round, runnin' round town
Don't tell mother what's goin' down

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

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

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

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

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

you felt you was wrong
I feel you kid
goes on