Luyện nghe bài hát Sorry Momma

Momma said I acting like her son
'Cause I'm getting Momma, you ain't giving me none
You can't buy me them J's that come out
So get used to the things that I'm for dollars
You said: "Boy, you better watch your
pops in jail, remember that"
Momma it get that
You said: "Don't me for no bail money"
Thought I call for anything, I thought you cared for me
You said: "Keenon, keep bitch out my house"
I "I'm eighteen"
You said: "This place?" Nah, this is Section 8
me like bah, "you little disrespectful nigga"
Like mmm momma you lucky, lucky I hit ya
"You gon' treat me like And you know I have seizures
You know I take pain for headaches and fevers"
Damn, now I'm less than a man
'Cause you birth me and I was actin' like I understand
I'm momma

Let me some weight off your shoulders
I'm to momma
You ain't gotta worry now, days is over

I'm sorry momma, I I ain't shit
I know I a lot, I know I ain't slick
Your last
Yeah, was me who stole 'em out your purse
(What?) yeah, I know it
I remember days we used to go to
I to fall asleep, that shit used to work your nerves
I remember you had surgery
In a wheelchair, hooked to IV's that me
like Superwoman in my eyes
You do a lot to be out of one eye
But you ain't let that hold you
You win on your and run your laps
I broke into houses and sold things for you
I that ain't the type of things your son should do
You gave birth to me, I love you and you
Just know well-appreciated

Let me some weight off your shoulders
I'm to momma
You gotta worry now, them days is over