Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was A Player

To my
Brought me in this
That's nigga

My old dad imported to the family
Provide her God, my mom's a queen at 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 Carson, jumped out the bed
We grabbed both his legs, me and my
Not knowin' the pain he gave my

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

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

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

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

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

So many I knew, never knew who Pap was
why I show my pop love
He was still around 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 first
To my first fight, right behind me he would stand
No matter how big or tall, he made me fight you a man
Throw dirt in your eye, swing my scoop your ass and slam

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

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

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

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

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

Pop's me hold my own, Pop's told me value home
I help it Poppa was a Rolling 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 strange how, I do my now
I'm in the game now and heard of it his pow

To pull strings and gain power from habits are same now
No lines to trumpets to tight rhymes
And beats be pumpin'
Before he left he me somethin'

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

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

Although you felt you was
I feel you kid
Life on