Luyện nghe bài hát Carry The Weight

Intro: Xzibit,

I really I could you know at twenty-one
youknowhatI'msayin',he he, yo yo
[I'ma tell you exactly why I do the
I do, sayin']
carry the weight youknowhatI'msayin'
Go
Yeah! I break it down like

One:

You see I don't to remenisce about the past
The lower class, no clout hand to mouth
Each and every wrong move the police keep
make it real easy to get streched out
I was at the funeral it all began
You know the painful transition a boy to men
I lost of my mother at the age of nine
didn't understand death nearly lost my
But see life on and broke niggas can't change it
Age ten, new step family
at thirteen, I started hair on my dick
And noticed me and my sister were treated like shit
I would forever be hit with anything in
Then my father would proceed to go to church and
about forgiveness, patience all the shit that he
Gettin' jump when he and the head gat cracked
physical was in form of a slap
at the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit
courtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to
the bitch on the ground with her eyes on black
Ran away from the house of and Nate
juvenile detention where I built up hate
I don't remember the date of the debate
but I was now in custody of the state

And niggas wonder why I sit up in the and drink
Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't
I'm to contemplate the next move to make
Gotta find some way to release hate

And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and
Say what's up to Xzibit and I still speak
I'm trying to contemplate the next move to
Gotta find some way Xzibit carry the

Xzibit, [J-Ro]

[Yeah it's up though man]

Yo
[The fuck you doin' in
man, I don't know man, he he he
[Yeah wats goin' on down there, gotta get out
Yeah I be out in couple of man

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

Verse

And that was worse then the treatment I was at home
but only now I was fucked up all alone
My father talkin' all crazy to me the phone
Turned age now on my own
Started running with cats who carried cause they had too
with no lock load then blast you
a hastle we in a town of hicks
fuckin' all chicks
Sellin' by the bricks
so we feelin' like we Nino Brown
At the house when the mothafuckin' man touched
Screamin' demands "Let me see your hands (now)"
A.T.F. cause of handguns and
we never kept it in the
So of course we
Only found one pistol us all down town
We be out by the end of the
drunk on the strip let the system BOOM!
Who would assume Mr. QK would with a wife
Ty and Matt bodies
Now they there life behind bars
catchin' scars that not heal
niggas don't know the about keepin' it real

1 1/2

Like
this, like that
Yeah! gotta carry the
this euh!
Bringin
Yeah! yeah! like
Xzibit
Gotta carry the
that yo!
Like yo!