Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was A Player

To my
Brought me in this
right nigga

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

Soon as he 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 after night, fightin', yellin' at each
My papa played the all day
Mama was home, at work
While we played the hall way

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

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

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

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

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

Watch me till I took my first step to the first grade
To my fist fight, right behind me he would stand
No matter how big or tall, he made me you like a man
Throw 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'
Next you know he packin' so then I asked him
What's this white shit on that and you're facin'?

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

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

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

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

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 game now and of it his brain pow

To pull strings and gain power weed habits are same now
No white to trumpets to tight rhymes
And that 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, is still 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 of you, you know the deal
Him and moms feel
If they together then someone will get killed
I you still, always will 'cause that's my nigga

Although you you was wrong
I still you kid
Life on