Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Jackson

Yeah this one right here goes out to all the mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas,
Yeah, go this

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

My baby's drama mama, like me
She be doing things like having boys come from her neighborhood
To the studio to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the american pie and her bite 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, medical bills I pay that
I love your mom and everything, but see I ain't the one who down
She wanna rib you up to start a custody war, my lawyers stay
you never got a chance to hear my side of the story we was divided
She had fish and cookouts for my child's birthday I ain't invited
Despite it, I show her the respect when I fall through
All you, do is defend that lady when I call you,

Me and yo' daughter, got's thing going on
(We got a kind of thing going on)
You say puppy love
We say full grown
Hope that we feel this, this way forever
You can plan a picnic
But you predict the weather, Ms. Jackson

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

Uh, uh,
"Look at the way he me"
Shit, at the way you treat me
You see your little home girls
Done got your ass up the creek G
a paddle, you left to straddle
And ride thing on out
Now you and girl ain't speaking no more
my dick all in her mouth
Know what I'm 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 singing the same
Let bygones be bygones, you can go on and get the on
You and your

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