Luyện nghe bài hát Sorry Momma

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

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

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

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