Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Jackson

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

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

My baby's mama, don't like me
She be doing like having them boys come from her neighborhood
To the studio trying to me
She to get a, piece of the american pie and take her bite out
That's my house, 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 bills I pay
I love your mom and everything, but see I ain't the one who laid
She wanna rib you up to start a war, my lawyers stay down
you never got a chance to hear my side of the story we was divided
She had fish fries and cookouts for my birthday I ain't invited
Despite it, I her the utmost respect when I fall through
All you, do is defend lady when I call you, yeah

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

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

Uh, uh,
"Look at the way he me"
Shit, at the way you treat me
You see your little nosy-ass home
Done got ass sent up the creek G
Without a paddle, you left to
And this thing on out
Now you and girl ain't speaking no more
Cause my dick all in her
what 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 your

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