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 in civaliza
My pops maybe was late but came home
My moms would put us to bed and she would on

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

Night after night, fightin', yellin' at each
My papa played the all day
was either home, at work
While we played inside the way

She sacrifices all she got to us
When she was alone she by the phone
out the window, heedin'
But still I see it

Mama hid it from us, we was kids
we got bigger, on to
Bigger things that we knew what the 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
tell your mother, what's goin' down

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

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

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

He me so I wouldn't get jumped by Shorty's 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 ass from the waist
And who's this 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 and don't tell Mommy
He said one day understand little me
Was in you to me

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

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

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

Jumping in his jazz 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 are same now
No white lines to trumpets to tight
And beats be pumpin'
Before he he taught me somethin'

A child's young years the most important time to be
That's why he stayed till we grew up, respect is still
I'm now see what 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 your feel
If they 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
Life on