Luyện nghe bài hát Sorry Momma

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

Let me take some off your shoulders
I'm singing to
You gotta worry now, them days is over

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

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