Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Knows

[Verse 1:
told me stay away from them niggas
Mama me she had a K for them niggas
Mama told me she go to pay for them
While my grandmother told me that she would for them niggas
They young black and ignorant
Lusting over and the Benjamins
Got the game like (what?) licorice
When I was rocking lottos moving in front of McDonalds
She was looking for me, pulled up in Old El Dorado
I was running around with Chase, new black wheels
Why would I do that still? what got 2Pac killed...
But I use that still cause I won't do that
Screw the muzzle in potatoes of that new Mac
did I learn? Nothing
My smoking sherm blunts and
Beating on my like her head was a percussion
Tat! Tat! My.45 knocking on your
She said would be days like this,
Pharrell, the instrumental

Yezzir...

I know I must go and I don't 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 where we all from

Crack a Swisher, a 5th up
Hennessy like Niagara Falls
Used to watch Magic, he showed me how to
Moms working late night, to get a right
Had some older brothers, all we did was smoke and
Wish I could go back to them days cause streets don't play
niggas hard, other niggas was the Kid N Play type
Didn't me from pretending I was Apollo from Rocky
on my dip-game, now nobody wanna box me
Pick and choose, and move
So many 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 louder than the muffler
What I didn't listen to, I wish I trusted her
I had a shovel, be digging both of my brothers up
Like "here hug em ma, one time"
Put a on both of them niggas, they get one last shine

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

Put block down, recognize a king cause it's my town
Word to my mother you can throw up rock now
Got off the beef cause I ain't tryna see my mama in all-black
there, crying over hard facts
Now she gotta turn in all her cars and get her back
Never! She carried me for 9 so she can have whatever
Plus she taught me how to shoot Berettas, me that I'd be a king
So RIP to Coretta, if you don't that
Then refer to my letter, I sprinkle
Niggas with platinum, from my album
Got the check, so I signed on the X like
Riding through the hood, you hating like "how come? "
niggas Game got it, heard he selling talcum
Either way, hey playboy, check it, is the outcome
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 know where we all came from
I I must go and I don't know my way
Still don't where we all came from