Lutan Fyah - Don't Make U Madda Bawl | Текст песни

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So don't mek mama be proud of you
so don't mek your papa be proud of you

In front of .parents.you act like a saint what a.nice likkle bwoy a picture wha you paint
dem nah see you ina de street where u a rave
now ur name call pon identification parade

everyboby wonder if I a robbery or a rape, ka dem know you grow good, so nicely behave
how com your name call ina disya outrage
right ya now your nearer to your grave

gehhto yute dont mek your mama bawl
mek she be proud of you speak loud of you
stop mek your mama bawl
don't forget to show respect, in every way you step
getto yute, dont mek your mamma bawl,
cause in this life
.depends on .people judgement a go reach you
Jah a go beat
if u ever me your madda tears fall

outta trouble was the word
its like still brok ina you ears ittle boy u never heard
everyone thought you was a nerd
straight A's in school with checks so u gonna go far
a no hungry u hungry u live somewhere
u cant tell me, say u father never deh
u mamma sen u go to church every sunday
u cant blame the dancehall or reggae
you mek put your mama run

again...
gehhto yute dont mek your mama bawl
mek she be proud of you speak loud of you
stop mek your mama bawl
don't forget to show respect, in every way you step
getto yute, dont mek your mamma bawl,
cause in this life
.depends on .people judgement a go reach you
Jah a go beat
if u ever me your madda tears fall

nuff yute mek mmamma put her hand pon her head
nuff a dem mek her hand pon her belly when she hear say dem dead
she hear say them dead, she sent them go to school dem turn to violence
strap dowm bullet proof ah no nonsense
... war ina dem accent
dem no care, dem leave ur body absent
dem no care bout civillian, nor the cops dem
i no watch dem
dem will caqll u informer if u trod dem
so if them nah tek heed ...
six foot six ...

don't mek your mama bawl
mek she be proud of you speak loud of you
stop mek your mama BAWL
maek sure you show respect in every aspect
ghetto yute stop mek your mama bawl
you life depends on peopl
jusdhement a go reach u
Jah a go beat u, if u ever mek your mother tears fall
kids don't mek your mama bawl

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