Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was A Player

To my
Brought me in this
That's right

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 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 grabbed his legs, me and my brother
Not knowin' the he gave my mother

Night after night, fightin', yellin' at each
My played the street all day
was either home, at work
While we played the hall 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 knew the time was
That daddy was leavin' this crib and my love

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

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

So kids I knew, never knew who Pap was
That's why I show my pop
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, behind me he would stand
No matter how big or tall, he me fight you like a man
Throw dirt in your eye, swing my scoop your ass and slam

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

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

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

Poppa was a player, player wasn't
loved 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
Could I help it Poppa was a Stone
Who loved the pretty round
Out of bound

in his jazz Benz he tourin'
At home I play his latest
And it's 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 are same now
No white to trumpets to tight rhymes
And beats be pumpin'
he left he taught me somethin'

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

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

you felt you was wrong
I still you kid
goes on