Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was A Player

To my
me in this world
That's nigga

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

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

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

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

Mama hid it us, we was kids younger
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 round, runnin' round town
Don't tell your mother, what's down

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

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

Watch me crawl till I took my step to the first grade
To my first fight, right behind me he would stand
No how big or tall, he made me fight you like a man
Throw dirt in your eye, swing my right scoop ass and slam

He watched me so I wouldn't get by Shorty's fam
Roaches and weed all over my crib him and me 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 ass from the waist
And this lady I'm facin'
Dark skin not my mommy
He grabbed me up to run some smooth by me

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

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

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

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

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 now and heard of it his brain pow

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

A child's 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 havin' a father's
One day can be in your life, next day they be out

It's not of you, you know the deal
Him and your feel
If stay 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