Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was A Player

To my
Brought me in this
That's nigga

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

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

Night after night, fightin', at each other
My papa played the all day
Mama was either home, at
we played inside the hall way

She all she got to feed us
she was alone she cried by the phone
Peeppin' out the window,
But still I see it

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

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

Poppa was a player, player Poppa
Poppa loved the ladies, got enough of
Pretty brown round, runnin' round
tell your mother, what's goin' down

So many kids I knew, knew who Pap was
That's why I show my pop
He was still around I fucked up
He could have left, my moms pregnant shock to but stayed

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

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

Papa why you butt ass the waist
And who's this lady I'm
Dark skin not my mommy
He grabbed me up to run smooth words by me

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

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

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

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

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

To pull strings and gain power from weed habits are now
No white lines to trumpets to tight
And beats that be
Before he left he taught me

A child's young years the most time to be there
That's why he stayed till we up, respect is still here
I'm now see what havin' a father's about
One day they can be in your life, next day be out

It's not because of you, you the deal
Him and your feel
If they together then someone will get killed
I love you still, will 'cause that's my nigga

Although you felt you was
I feel you kid
goes on