Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was A Player

To my
Brought me in this
That's right

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

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

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

She all she got to feed us
she was alone she cried by the phone
Peeppin' out the window,
But still I 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 wasn't
Poppa loved the ladies, never got of
Pretty brown round, round town
Don't tell your mother, what's goin'

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

So many kids I knew, knew who Pap was
That's why I my pop love
He was around when I fucked up
He could left, my moms pregnant shock to death but stayed

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

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

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

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

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

Poppa was a player, player wasn't
Poppa the ladies, never got enough of
Pretty round, runnin' 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 was a Rolling Stone
Who loved the pretty round
Out of bound

Jumping in his jazz he tourin'
At I play his latest recordin's
And it's strange how, I do my now
I'm in the game now and of it his brain pow

To pull strings and gain from weed habits are same now
No white lines to trumpets to rhymes
And beats that be
Before he he taught me somethin'

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

not because of you, you know the deal
Him and your moms
If stay together then someone will get killed
I love you still, always will 'cause that's my

Although you felt you was
I still you kid
goes on