Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was a Playa

To My Nigga who brought me in world
Taught us Nigga

My old dad imported to the structure
her God
My a queen at university civaliza
My pops maybe was late but always came
My moms would put us to bed and she wait on
Soon as he walk in the she barking
I turned out the Carson
out the bed
We grabbed his legs
Me and my
Not knowing the pain he my mother
Night after night, yelling at each other
My papa played the all day
Mama was home, at work, while we played inside the hall way
She sacrifices all she got to us
When she was alone she cried by the phone pepping out the window
But still I see it
Mama hid it us
We was kids
we got bigger, on to
Bigger things that we knew what the was
That daddy was leaving the crib and moms

Papa was player, player wasn't
loved the ladies
Never got of
Pretty round
Running round (Shhhhh)
Don't tell your mother going down
Papa was player, wasn't papa
loved the ladies
Never got of
Pretty round
round town (Shhhhh)
Don't tell your mother what's going

So many kids I knew, knew what Pap was
That's why I show my pop
He was still around when I up
He could have
My moms shock to death but stayed
Watch me crawl till I my first step, to the first grade
To my fist fight
Right behind me he would
No how big or tall he made me fight you like a man
dirt in your eye, swing my right scoop your ass and slam
He me so I wouldn't get jumped by shorty's fam
Roaches and all over my crib him and moms relaxing
Next thing you know he
So then I him
What's this white on that plate and your facing?
Papa why you butt ass from the
And who's this I'm facing
Dark skin not my mommy
He me up to run some smooth words by me
things that he would buy me
If I kept my mouth close and don't mommy
He said one day I'll understand me
Was in you to me

Papa was player, wasn't papa
Papa loved the
Never got of
Pretty round
Running town (Shhhhh)
Don't tell mother what's going down
was player, player wasn't papa
Papa the ladies
got enough of
Pretty brown
round town (Shhhhh)
Don't tell your what's going down

Pop's me hold my own
Pop's told me home
Could I it papa was a rolling stone
Who loved the pretty brown
Out of bound
in his jazz Benz he touring
At home I his latest recordings
And strange now how, I do my thing now
I'm in the now
And heard of it his pow
To pull strings and gain
From weed are same now
No lines to trumpets to tight rhymes
And beats be pumping
Before he left he me something
A child's years the most important time to be there
That's why he stayed till we up, respect is still here
I'm older now see having a father's about
One day they can be in your life day they be out
It's not because of you, you know the
Him and moms feel
If stay together then someone will get killed
I love you
will
Cause that's my
Although you felt you was
I feel you kid
goes on