Luyện nghe bài hát Sorry Momma

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

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

I'm momma, I know I ain't shit
I know I lied a lot, I know I slick
Your dollars
Yeah, was me who stole 'em out your purse
(What?) yeah, I it hurts
I days we used to go to church
I used to fall asleep, that shit used to your nerves
I remember when you had
In a wheelchair, hooked to that hurt me
You're Superwoman in my eyes
You do a lot to be out of one eye
But you let that hold you back
You win on marathon and run your laps
I broke into houses and stolen things for you
I know ain't 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 weight off your
I'm singing to
You ain't worry now, them days is over