Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Jackson

Yeah this one right goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas,
Yeah, go like

I'm Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never to make your daughter cry
I a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for
meant to make your daughter cry
I a trillion times

My baby's drama mama, like me
She be doing things like them boys come from her neighborhood
To the trying to fight me
She need to get a, of the american pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable and turn the out
And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a
school, daycare, shit medical bills I pay that
I love your mom and everything, but see I ain't the one who laid
She wanna rib you up to start a custody war, my lawyers down
Shit you never got a chance to hear my of the story we was divided
She had fish fries and cookouts for my child's birthday I invited
Despite it, I show her the utmost when I fall through
All you, do is defend that when I call you, yeah

Me and yo' daughter, got's this going on
(We got a special kind of thing on)
You say it's puppy
We say it's grown
Hope that we this, feel this way forever
You can plan a picnic
But you can't the weather, Ms. Jackson

Ten times out of nine, now if I'm fine
The quickest throw it on my mouth and I'll decline
King meets queen, then the puppy love thing, dream
Bout that crib with the swing
On the oak tree, I hope we feel like this
Forever, forever, ever, forever,
Forever never that long until you're grown
And notice that the day by day ruler can't be too
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I
a magician to abacadabra all the sadder
Thoughts of me, thoughts of she, of he
Asking happened to the feeling that her and me
Had, I pray so about it need some knee, pads
It happened for a reason one be, mad
So know this, know that cool
And yes I will be present on the day of school, and graduation

Uh, uh,
"Look at the way he me"
Shit, at the way you treat me
You see your little nosy-ass girls
Done got ass sent up the creek G
Without a paddle, you left to
And this thing on out
Now you and your girl ain't speaking no
Cause my dick all in her
what I'm talking about? Jealousy, infidelity, envy
Cheating to beating, and to the G they be the same thing
So who you the blame on, you keep on singing the same song
Let be bygones, you can go on and get the hell on
You and mama

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