Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was A Player

To my
me in this world
That's right

My old dad imported to the structure
Provide her God, my mom's a at university in civaliza
My pops maybe was late but came home
My would put us to bed and she would wait on

as he walked in the door, she barkin'
I out the Jonny Carson, jumped out the bed
We grabbed both his legs, me and my
Not knowin' the pain he my mother

after night, fightin', yellin' at each other
My papa played the all day
was either home, at work
While we played the hall way

She all she got to feed us
When she was she cried by the phone
out the window, heedin'
But I didn't see it

Mama hid it from us, we was kids
we got bigger, on to
Bigger that we knew what the time was
That was leavin' this crib and my mom's love

Poppa was a player, wasn't Poppa
Poppa the ladies, never got enough of
Pretty brown round, runnin' town
tell your mother, what's goin' down

Poppa was a player, player Poppa
Poppa the ladies, never got enough of
Pretty brown round, round town
Don't tell your mother, what's down

So many I knew, never knew who Pap was
That's why I show my pop
He was still around when I up
He could have left, my moms shock to death but stayed

Watch me crawl till I took my first step to the first
To my first fist fight, right behind me he stand
No matter how big or tall, he me fight you like a man
Throw dirt in eye, swing my right scoop your ass and slam

He watched me so I wouldn't get jumped by fam
Roaches and weed all over my crib him and me relaxin'
Next thing you know he packin' so then I him
What's this white shit on that and you're facin'?

why you butt ass from the waist
And who's lady I'm facin'
Dark skin you're not my
He grabbed me up to run some words by me

things that he would buy me
If I my mouth close and don't tell Mommy
He said one day I'll understand me
Was in you to me

Poppa was a player, player wasn't
Poppa loved the ladies, got enough of
Pretty brown round, runnin' town
Don't tell mother what's goin' down

Poppa was a player, player Poppa
Poppa loved the ladies, got enough of
Pretty brown round, runnin' town
Don't tell your mother goin' down

Pop's me hold my own, Pop's told me value home
Could I help it was a Rolling Stone
Who the pretty brown round
Out of town

Jumping in his jazz he tourin'
At home I his latest recordin's
And it's strange how, I do my now
I'm in the game now and heard of it his pow

To strings and gain power from weed habits are same now
No lines to trumpets to tight rhymes
And beats that be
Before he left he me somethin'

A child's young years the important time to be there
That's why he stayed till we up, respect is still here
I'm older now see what 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 they stay together someone will get killed
I love you still, always will 'cause that's my

Although you you was wrong
I feel you kid
goes on