Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Jackson

Yeah this one right goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like

I'm sorry Ms. (oh), I am for real
Never meant to make your cry
I apologize a times
I'm sorry Ms. (oh), I am for real
Never meant to make daughter cry
I apologize a times

My baby's drama mama, don't me
She be doing things having them boys come from her neighborhood
To the studio trying to me
She need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her out
my house, I'll disconnect the cable and turn the lights out
And let her know her is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private school, daycare, shit medical I pay that
I love your mom and everything, but see I ain't the one who down
She wanna rib you up to a custody war, my lawyers stay down
Shit you never got a chance to hear my side of the story we was
She had fish fries and cookouts for my child's birthday I invited
it, I show her the utmost respect when I fall through
All you, do is defend that lady when I you, yeah

Me and yo' daughter, got's this thing on
(We got a special of thing going on)
You say it's puppy
We say it's full
Hope that we this, feel this way forever
You can plan a picnic
But you can't predict the weather, Ms.

Ten out of nine, now if I'm lyin; fine
The quickest throw it on my mouth and I'll decline
King meets queen, then the puppy love thing, together
Bout that crib with the swing
On the oak tree, I hope we feel like forever
Forever, forever, ever, forever,
Forever never that long until you're grown
And notice that the day by day ruler be too wrong
Ms. my intentions were good I wish I could
Become a magician to all the sadder
Thoughts of me, thoughts of she, of he
Asking what to the feeling that her and me
Had, I pray so much it need some knee, pads
It happened for a one can't be, mad
So know this, that everything's cool
And yes I will be on the first day of school, and graduation

Uh, uh,
"Look at the way he me"
Shit, look at the way you me
You see your little nosy-ass home
Done got your ass sent up the G
Without a paddle, you left to
And this thing on out
Now you and your ain't speaking no more
my dick all in her mouth
Know I'm talking about? Jealousy, infidelity, envy
Cheating to beating, and to the G they be the same thing
So who you placing the blame on, you keep on the same song
Let be bygones, you can go on and get the hell on
You and mama

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