Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Knows

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Mama told me stay from them niggas
Mama told me she had a K for them
Mama me she go to pay for them niggas
While my grandmother told me that she would pray for niggas
They just young and ignorant
Lusting over models and the
Got the game twisted (what?) licorice
When I was rocking moving packs in front of McDonalds
She was looking for me, pulled up in that Old El
I was running around with Chase, new black wheels
Why would I do that still? what got 2Pac killed...
But I use that cause I won't do that deal
the muzzle in potatoes of that new Mac Mill
What did I learn?
My papa smoking sherm and
on my moms like her head was a percussion
Tat! Tat! My.45 on your window
She said there be days like this,
Pharrell, drop the

Yezzir...

I know I must go and I don't my way
Still know where we all came from
I know I must go and I don't my way
Still don't know we all came from

a Swisher, crack a 5th up
Hennessy pouring Niagara Falls
Used to watch Magic, he me how to ball
Moms late night, to get a plate right
Had some older brothers, all we did was and play-fight
Wish I could go back to them days cause streets don't right
Some niggas hard, niggas was the Kid N Play type
Didn't stop me from pretending I was Apollo Rocky
Working on my dip-game, now nobody box me
Pick and choose, and move
So many dudes ended up in bags on late-night news
But not my mama's song, going the hood serving customers
She in my ear, but it's louder than the muffler
What I listen to, I wish I would've trusted her
Wish I had a shovel, be both of my brothers up
Like "here hug em ma, one time"
Put a chain on both of niggas, they get one last shine

I know I go and I don't know my way
Still don't know we all came from
I know I go and I don't know my way
Still don't where we all came from

Put your block down, recognize a king cause my town
Word to my mother you can throw up rock now
Got off the beef shit cause I ain't tryna see my mama in
Right there, crying over hard
Now she gotta turn in all her and get her house back
Never! She carried me for 9 months so she can have
Plus she taught me how to shoot Berettas, told me that I'd be a
So RIP to Coretta, if you don't understand
Then refer to my letter, while I
with platinum, from my last album
Got the check, so I on the X like Malcolm
Riding through the hood, you hating like "how come? "
niggas Game got it, heard he selling talcum
Either way, hey playboy, check it, this is the
You might not like it, but my psychic
Why you twisted like the top of a Sidekick?

I know I must go and I don't my way
Still don't know where we all from
I know I go and I don't know my way
don't know where we all came from