Luyện nghe bài hát Carry The Weight

Intro: Xzibit,

I really wish I could you at twenty-one
youknowhatI'msayin',he he, yo yo
[I'ma tell you exactly why I do the
I do, youknowhatI'm
Gotta the weight youknowhatI'msayin'
Go
Yeah! I break it down this

Verse

You see I don't to remenisce about the past
The lower class, no clout livin' hand to
Each and every wrong move the police count
make it fuckin' easy to get streched out
I was at the funeral it all began
You know the transition from a boy to men
I lost of my mother at the age of nine
didn't understand nearly lost my mind
But see life moves on and broke niggas can't it
Age ten, new step family
at thirteen, I started gettin' hair on my
And noticed me and my sister were gettin' treated shit
I would forever be hit anything in reach
Then my father would proceed to go to and preach
about forgiveness, patience all the that he lacked
Gettin' jump when he said and the head gat
contact was in form of a slap
at the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit
of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrap
Left the on the ground with her eyes on black
Ran away from the house of and Nate
Into juvenile detention where I up hate
I don't remember the of the judical debate
but legally I was now in of the state

And niggas why I sit up in the club and drink
Say up to Xzibit and I still don't speak
I'm trying to the next move to make
Gotta find some way to this hate

And wonder why I sit up in the club and drink
Say what's up to Xzibit and I don't speak
I'm trying to contemplate the next move to
Gotta find some way Xzibit the weight

Interlude: Xzibit,

[Yeah it's fucked up though

Yo
[The fuck you in jail]
Insane man, I know man, he he he
[Yeah wats on down there, gotta get out dude]
Yeah I be out in of weeks man

[It's man]
It's yo fuck that
[It's out here]
can go on and on for that
[I'm tellin' you it's man come home]

Two:

And that was worse then the treatment I was gettin' at
but now I was fucked up plus all alone
My father all crazy to me over the phone
Turned age now on my own
Started running with who carried gats cause they had too
with no lock load then blast you
Without a hastle we in a of hicks
all these chicks
Sellin' rock by the
so we feelin' like we Nino Brown
At the house when the mothafuckin' man down
Screamin' demands "Let me see your goddamn (now)"
A.T.F. of handguns and contraban
we never kept it in the
So of course we
Only found one took us all down town
We be out by the end of the
gettin' on the strip let the system BOOM!
Who assume Mr. QK would chill with a wife
Ty and caught bodies
Now they spend there life behind
scars that will not heal
niggas know the half about keepin' it real

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