Luyện nghe bài hát Sorry Momma

Momma said I ain't like her son
'Cause I'm getting Momma, you ain't giving me none
You buy me them J's that come out tomorrow
So get used to the things I'm doing for dollars
You "Boy, you better watch your back
Your in jail, remember that"
it get like that
You "Don't call me for no bail money"
Thought I could for anything, I thought you cared for me
You said: "Keenon, that bitch out my house"
I "I'm eighteen"
You said: "This place?" Nah, this is Section 8
Smacked me like bah, "you little nigga"
Like mmm you lucky, lucky I can't hit ya
"You gon' treat me like this? And you know I seizures
You I take pain 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 your
I'm to momma
You ain't gotta worry now, them is over

I'm sorry momma, I know I shit
I know I lied a lot, I I ain't slick
Your last
Yeah, that was me who 'em out your purse
(What?) yeah, I it hurts
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 IV's hurt me
You're like in my eyes
You do a lot to be out of one eye
But you ain't let hold you back
You win on your marathon and run your
I broke houses and sold stolen things for you
I know ain't the type of things your son should do
You gave to me, I love you and thank you
know you're well-appreciated

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