Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was A Player

To my
Brought me in world
right nigga

My old dad to the family structure
Provide her God, my mom's a queen at university in
My pops 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 turned out the Carson, jumped out the bed
We both his legs, me and my brother
Not knowin' the pain he gave my

Night night, fightin', yellin' at each other
My papa played the all day
Mama was home, at work
we played inside 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 from us, we was younger
we got bigger, on to
Bigger things that we knew what the was
That daddy was leavin' this crib and my love

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

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

So many I knew, never knew who Pap was
That's why I show my pop
He was around when I fucked up
He could left, my moms pregnant shock to death but stayed

Watch me crawl till I took my first step to the first
To my first fist fight, right me he would stand
No matter how big or tall, he made me 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 weed all 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 from the
And who's this lady I'm
Dark you're not my mommy
He grabbed me up to run some words 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 loved the ladies, never got of
brown round, runnin' round town
Don't tell your mother what's down

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

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

Jumping in his Benz he tourin'
At home I 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 and gain power from weed habits are same now
No white to trumpets to tight rhymes
And beats be pumpin'
Before he left he me somethin'

A child's young years the important time to be there
That's why he stayed we grew up, respect 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 of you, you know the deal
Him and moms feel
If they stay together someone will get killed
I love you still, always will 'cause my nigga

Although you you was wrong
I feel you kid
goes on