Luyện nghe bài hát Sorry Momma

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

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

I'm sorry momma, I know I ain't
I know I lied a lot, I know I ain't
Your dollars
Yeah, that was me who stole 'em out your
(What?) yeah, I it hurts
I days we used to go to church
I used to fall asleep, that shit used to your nerves
I when you had surgery
In a wheelchair, hooked to that hurt me
You're like 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 marathon and run your
I broke into houses and stolen things for you
I that ain't the type of things your son should do
You gave to me, I love you and thank you
Just know well-appreciated

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