Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Knows

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Mama told me stay away from them
Mama told me she had a K for them
Mama told me she go to pay for niggas
While my grandmother me that she would pray for them niggas
They just young black and
Lusting over models and the
Got the game twisted like (what?)
I was rocking lottos moving packs in front of McDonalds
She was for me, pulled up in that Old El Dorado
I was running with Chase, chasing new black wheels
Why would I do that still? what got 2Pac killed...
But I use that still cause I do that deal
Screw the muzzle in of that new Mac Mill
What did I Nothing
My smoking sherm blunts and
Beating on my moms like her head was a
Tat! Tat! My.45 knocking on window
She said there be days like this,
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I know I must go and I know my way
don't know where we all came from
I I must go and I don't know my way
Still don't know we all came from

Crack a Swisher, a 5th up
Hennessy pouring like Falls
to watch Magic, he showed me how to ball
Moms working late night, to get a right
Had some older brothers, all we did was and play-fight
I could go back to them days cause streets don't play right
Some niggas hard, other niggas was the Kid N type
Didn't stop me pretending I was Apollo from Rocky
on my dip-game, now nobody wanna box me
Pick and choose, and move
So many dudes ended up in sleeping bags on news
But not my mama's song, going around the serving customers
She in my ear, but it's louder than the muffler
What I didn't to, I wish I would've trusted her
Wish I had a shovel, be digging both of my 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
don't know where we all came from
I know I must go and I don't my way
Still don't where we all came from

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

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