Luyện nghe bài hát Sorry Momma

Momma said I acting like her son
I'm getting money Momma, you ain't giving me none
You can't buy me them J's that come out
So get used to the things that I'm doing for
You said: "Boy, you better your back
Your in jail, remember that"
it get like that
You said: "Don't me for no bail money"
Thought I could for anything, I thought you cared for me
You said: "Keenon, keep bitch out my house"
I "I'm eighteen"
You said: "This your place?" Nah, is Section 8
me like bah, "you little disrespectful nigga"
Like mmm you lucky, lucky I can't hit ya
"You gon' treat me this? And you know I have seizures
You know I take pain for headaches and fevers"
Damn, now I'm less than a man
'Cause you me and I was actin' like I couldn't understand
I'm sorry

Let me take some weight off shoulders
I'm to momma
You ain't gotta worry now, them days is

I'm sorry momma, I know I shit
I know I a lot, I know I ain't slick
last dollars
Yeah, that was me who 'em out your purse
(What?) yeah, I it hurts
I remember days we used to go to
I used to fall asleep, that shit to work your nerves
I when you had surgery
In a wheelchair, hooked to IV's hurt me
You're like in my eyes
You do a lot to be out of one eye
But you ain't let that you back
You win on your marathon and run your
I broke into houses and stolen things for you
I know that the type of things your son should do
You gave birth to me, I you and thank you
know you're well-appreciated

Let me some weight off your shoulders
I'm singing to
You ain't gotta now, them days is over