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 queen at university in
My pops maybe was late but always came
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 both his legs, me and my
Not the pain he gave 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
When she was alone she cried by the
Peeppin' out the window,
But still I see it

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

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

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

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

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

He watched me so I get jumped by Shorty's fam
Roaches and weed all over my crib him and me relaxin'
Next thing you know he so then I asked him
What's this white on that plate and you're facin'?

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

Promise things that he 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 Poppa
loved the ladies, never got enough of
Pretty brown round, runnin' 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
Don't tell your what's goin' down

Pop's told me hold my own, Pop's told me value
Could I help it Poppa was a Stone
Who loved the brown round
Out of town

Jumping in his Benz he tourin'
At home I his latest recordin's
And strange 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 habits are same now
No white to trumpets to tight rhymes
And beats be pumpin'
Before he left he taught me

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

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

Although you felt you was
I still you kid
Life on