Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was A Player

To my
Brought me in world
That's nigga

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

as he walked in the door, she barkin'
I turned out the Carson, jumped out the bed
We grabbed both his legs, me and my
Not knowin' the pain he gave my

after night, fightin', yellin' at each other
My papa 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 by the phone
Peeppin' out the window,
But I didn't see it

Mama hid it from us, we was kids
we got bigger, on to
Bigger things that we what the time was
That 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, runnin' round
Don't your mother, what's goin' down

Poppa was a player, player wasn't
Poppa loved the ladies, never got of
Pretty brown round, runnin' town
Don't tell mother, what's 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 have left, my moms pregnant shock to death but stayed

Watch me crawl I took my first step to the first grade
To my first fight, right behind me he would stand
No matter how big or tall, he made me 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
Roaches and weed all over my crib him and me moms
Next thing you know he so then I asked him
this white shit on that plate and you're facin'?

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

Promise things he would buy me
If I kept my mouth close and tell Mommy
He one day I'll understand little me
Was in you to me

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

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

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

Jumping in his 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 heard of it his pow

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

A child's young years the important 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 they can be in life, next day they be out

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

you felt you was wrong
I still you kid
Life on