Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Was A Player

To my
me in this world
That's right

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

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

after night, fightin', yellin' at each other
My papa the street all day
Mama was home, at work
While we 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

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

Poppa was a player, player Poppa
Poppa loved the ladies, never got of
Pretty round, runnin' round town
Don't tell your mother, goin' down

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

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

Watch me crawl till I took my first to the first grade
To my first fist fight, behind me he would 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 me so I wouldn't get jumped by Shorty's fam
Roaches and weed all my crib him and me moms relaxin'
Next thing you know he packin' so then I him
What's this white shit on that plate and you're

Papa why you ass from the waist
And this lady I'm facin'
Dark skin you're not my
He me up to run some smooth words by me

Promise things that he buy me
If I kept my mouth and don't tell Mommy
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
brown round, runnin' round town
Don't tell your mother what's down

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

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

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

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

A child's young years the most important time to be
That's why he till we grew up, respect is still here
I'm older now see 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 moms feel
If they stay together then someone get killed
I love you still, always will that's my nigga

you felt you was wrong
I still you kid
Life on