Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was A Player

To my
me in this world
That's right

My old dad imported to the family
Provide her God, my mom's a queen at university in
My maybe was late but always came home
My would put us to bed and she would wait on

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

Night night, fightin', yellin' at each other
My papa the street 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 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 mom's

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

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

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

Watch me crawl till I took my first step to the grade
To my fist fight, right 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 right scoop ass and slam

He me so I wouldn't get jumped by Shorty's fam
Roaches and all over my crib him and me moms relaxin'
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'
Dark skin not my mommy
He grabbed me up to run some words by me

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

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

Poppa was a player, player wasn't
Poppa loved the ladies, got enough of
Pretty brown round, runnin' town
tell your mother 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 pretty round
Out of bound

in his jazz Benz he tourin'
At home I play his recordin's
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 habits 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 time 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, day they be out

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

Although you felt you was
I still you kid
goes on