Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Jackson

Yeah this one right here out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, mamas, mamas
Yeah, go this

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for
Never meant to your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for
Never meant to your daughter cry
I apologize a times

My baby's mama, don't like me
She be doing things like having them come from her neighborhood
To the trying to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the american pie and her bite out
That's my house, I'll disconnect the and turn the lights out
And let her her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private school, daycare, shit medical I pay that
I love your mom and everything, but see I ain't the one who down
She wanna rib you up to start a war, my lawyers stay down
Shit you never got a to hear my side of the story we was divided
She had fish and cookouts for my child's birthday I ain't invited
Despite it, I show her the utmost respect when I through
All you, do is defend lady when I call you, yeah

Me and yo' daughter, got's this thing on
(We got a special kind of thing on)
You say puppy love
We say it's full
that we feel this, feel this way forever
You can a pretty picnic
But you can't predict the weather, Ms.

Ten times out of nine, now if I'm lyin;
The quickest muzzle throw it on my mouth and decline
King meets queen, then the puppy thing, together dream
Bout that crib with the swing
On the oak tree, I we feel like this forever
Forever, forever, ever, forever,
Forever never seems that long you're grown
And notice that the day by day ruler be too wrong
Ms. Jackson my intentions good I wish I could
Become a magician to abacadabra all the
Thoughts of me, of she, thoughts of he
Asking what happened to the feeling her and me
Had, I pray so much it need some knee, pads
It happened for a reason one be, mad
So this, know that everything's cool
And yes I will be on the first day of school, and graduation

Uh, uh,
"Look at the way he me"
Shit, look at the way you me
You see your little nosy-ass home
Done got your ass up the creek G
Without a paddle, you left to
And ride thing on out
Now you and your girl speaking no more
my dick all in her mouth
Know what I'm about? Jealousy, infidelity, envy
to beating, envy and to the G they be the same thing
So who you the blame on, you keep on singing the same song
Let be bygones, you can go on and get the hell on
You and mama

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