Luyện nghe bài hát Sorry Momma

Momma I ain't acting like her son
'Cause I'm getting money Momma, you giving me none
You can't buy me J's that come out tomorrow
So get used to the that I'm doing for dollars
You said: "Boy, you better watch your
pops in jail, remember that"
Momma it get like
You said: "Don't call me for no money"
Thought I could for anything, I thought you cared for me
You said: "Keenon, keep bitch out my house"
I "I'm eighteen"
You "This your place?" Nah, this is Section 8
me like bah, "you little disrespectful nigga"
Like mmm you lucky, lucky I can't hit ya
"You treat 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 actin' I couldn't understand
I'm sorry

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

I'm sorry momma, I I ain't shit
I know I lied a lot, I I ain't slick
Your last
Yeah, was me who stole 'em out your purse
(What?) yeah, I know it
I remember days we to go to church
I used to asleep, that shit used to work your nerves
I remember you had surgery
In a wheelchair, hooked to that hurt me
You're like Superwoman in my
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 laps
I broke houses and sold stolen things for you
I know that ain't the type of things son should do
You gave to me, I love you and thank you
Just you're well-appreciated

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