Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Knows

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

Yezzir...

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

a Swisher, crack a 5th up
Hennessy pouring like 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 smoke and
I could go back to them days cause streets don't play right
Some hard, other niggas was the Kid N Play type
Didn't stop me from pretending I was from Rocky
Working on my dip-game, now wanna box me
and choose, stick and move
So dudes ended up in sleeping bags on late-night news
But not my mama's song, going around the hood serving
She yapping in my ear, but it's louder than the
What I didn't listen to, I I would've trusted her
Wish I had a shovel, be both of my brothers up
"here hug em ma, one last time"
Put a chain on of them niggas, they get one last shine

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

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

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