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Текст (слова) песни: Lil` flip - Make Mama Proud

(talking)

[Lil` Flip]
In elementary I used crayons, even chalk
I learned to count money before I could read and talk
And my mama told me son, you need to shine
I couldn`t stand at the back, I had to lead the line
I use to make good grades, but I talked in class
In middle school I was late when I walked in class
I the teacher ran a aron, I taught the class
And what I didn`t know, I was about to ask
And just because I played ball, I got easy grades
And when I turned 13, I got even fades
Everybody wearing Air Macs, Ree`s and J`s
But all my parents cared about, was B`s and A`s
In high school, I picked up my pen and pad
I had dreams, of pulling up in a Benz or Jag
I had to get it on my own, I couldn`t depend on dad
I had to grow up too fast, but then I`m glad
Because the stuff I know now, I wouldn`t believe it
The main goals that I set, I wouldn`t achieve it
I`d probably be locked up, or running the streets
I`d probably wouldn`t have platinum, in front of my teeth
I`d probably still be mocking, trying to earn a dollar
I`d probably be in the hood selling sherm or powder
But instead, I`m making bread legal dough
Going to church and staying away from these evil hoes

(Chorus - 2x)
You only got one life, you better do what you can
Cause when you turn thirteen, you are a man
And I can`t be broke so I`ma rock the crowd
It`s up to me, I gotta make my mama proud

[Lil` Flip]
There`s a place called heaven and a place called hell
There`s a place called freedom and a place called jail
And if you go to jail, they gone treat you bad
Take your commissary, and beat you bad
So I`m staying out of trouble, I`m chasing my dream
I know you see your little boy on t.v. screens
I`m blowing up, your little boy making it happen
I`m not selling dope mama, I`m making it rapping
So when you go to sleep at night, you know I`m safe
Cause in Houston everyday somebody catching a case
Like yesterday, my partner went to jail
And he ain`t coming home until he fifty seven
He nineteen, so you do the math
I got smart, man, I choose to rap
So when I grow up, my kids can have a good life
That`s all I wrote, y`all have good night

(Chorus)

(*ad-libs*)

 

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