Luyện nghe bài hát Momma

Momma, I never want to see you struggle
of seeing me bump heads with my big brother
Momma, big bruh you ain't got to worry
die together, kill together, face a buck and jury
Momma, I'm like a father to my sister
make sure she do right momma she my baby sister
Momma, I'm living how you taught a nigga
Said I ain't raising no pussies I got one daughter
I remember them Feds came and got a
me where you at and I wouldn't talk to niggas
Momma, living room floor tears in my eyes hearing them say you gon be gone for a long time momma

Shout out my Auntie Janet she a
PeeWee did 10 back out and she hustling
[?] used to write you letters you that she love you
Then we used to drive to you up in Kentucky
Like we went from being rich that shit was super
Then my momma got a job man she groceries
Used to have a house in when we was doing good
And a house behind now we in the hood
to have a Benz now we got a Nissan Sentra
And I can't get a pair of Jordans that's fucking with my
I'm just tryna let you visualize what I been through
And this public record nigga you could check my credentials

I switched the hustle put us back on top
Momma live on 5 acres brother, in that
she an entrepreneur get her own M's
Feds still watch the but we don't even see 'em
I ain't tripping nigga the art of hustle home
I from flipping dope to buying houses, flipping homes
Momma taught me fuck your losses just moving on
If you get caught just never snitch one day you coming
Momma, gave me the game and for Mother's Day, I a million and a half for you at Prive
And you the owner, I'm a worker, this shit yours do what you you deserve it

I grew 'round hustlers that me to a hustler
Was raised by a woman I watched my hustle
I just to be a kingpin, when I grow up
Teacher asked me what my do, she a queenpin
And this my family
I'm keeping on my family tradition
We a legacy
And I grow up I want to be a kingpin, I remember sayin'
asked me what my momma do, she a queenpin