Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was A Player

To my
Brought me in world
right nigga

My old dad to the family structure
her God, my mom's a queen at university in civaliza
My pops maybe was late but always came
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 grabbed his legs, me and my brother
Not the pain he gave my mother

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

She all she got to feed us
When she was she cried by the phone
out the window, heedin'
But I didn't see it

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

Poppa was a player, player Poppa
Poppa loved the ladies, got enough of
Pretty brown round, runnin' town
tell your mother, what's goin' down

Poppa was a player, player Poppa
loved the ladies, never got enough of
Pretty brown round, round town
tell your mother, what's goin' down

So many I knew, never knew who Pap was
why I show my pop love
He was around when I fucked up
He have 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 behind me he stand
No matter how big or tall, he me fight you like a man
dirt in your eye, swing my right scoop your 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 relaxin'
thing you know he packin' so then I asked him
What's white shit on that plate and you're facin'?

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

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

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

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

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

Jumping in his jazz he tourin'
At I play 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 lines to trumpets to tight rhymes
And beats be pumpin'
he left he taught me somethin'

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

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

Although you you was wrong
I feel you kid
Life on