Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was A Player

To my
Brought me in world
That's nigga

My old dad imported to the structure
her God, my mom's a queen at university in civaliza
My pops maybe was late but came home
My moms put us to bed and she would 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 the pain he gave my mother

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

hid it from us, we was kids younger
we got bigger, on to
Bigger things that we what the time was
That daddy was leavin' this crib and my love

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

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

So many kids I knew, knew who Pap was
That's why I show my pop
He was still when I fucked 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 fight, right behind me he would stand
No matter how big or tall, he me fight you like a man
Throw in your eye, swing my right scoop your ass and slam

He watched me so I wouldn't get by Shorty's fam
Roaches and weed all my crib him and me moms relaxin'
Next thing you know he packin' so I asked him
What's this shit on that plate and you're facin'?

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

Promise that he would buy me
If I kept my mouth close and don't Mommy
He said one day I'll little me
Was in you to me

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

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

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

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 heard of it his pow

To pull strings and power from weed habits are same now
No white lines to trumpets to rhymes
And that 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 moms feel
If they stay together then will get killed
I love you still, always 'cause that's my nigga

you felt you was wrong
I feel you kid
goes on