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

Verse

You see I don't like to about the past
The lower class, no livin' hand to mouth
Each and every wrong move the police keep
make it real fuckin' to get streched out
I was at the funeral when it all
You know the painful from a boy to men
I lost of my mother at the age of nine
didn't death nearly lost my mind
But see life moves on and broke niggas change it
Age ten, new step arrangement
at thirteen, I gettin' hair on my dick
And me and my sister were gettin' treated like shit
I forever be hit with anything in reach
my father would proceed to go to church and preach
about forgiveness, patience all the shit that he
jump when he said and the head gat cracked
physical contact was in of a slap
at the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit
courtesy of my stepbrother, who me to scrap
the bitch on the ground with her eyes on black
Ran away the house of Teresa and Nate
Into juvenile detention where I built up
I don't remember the date of the judical
but legally I was now in of the state

And niggas 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 to make
Gotta find some way to release hate

And niggas why I sit up in the club and drink
Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't
I'm trying to contemplate the next to make
find some way Xzibit carry the weight

Interlude: Xzibit,

[Yeah it's fucked up though

Yo
[The you doin' in jail]
man, I don't know man, he he he
[Yeah wats goin' on there, gotta get out dude]
Yeah I be out in of weeks man

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

Two:

And that was worse the treatment I was gettin' at home
but only now I was fucked up all alone
My talkin' all crazy to me over the phone
age sixteen now on my own
Started running with cats who gats cause they had too
with no hesitation lock then blast you
a hastle we in a town of hicks
fuckin' all chicks
rock by the bricks
so we feelin' like we mothafuckin' Nino
At the house when the mothafuckin' man down
Screamin' demands "Let me see goddamn hands (now)"
A.T.F. cause of handguns and
we kept it in the house
So of we clounded
Only found one pistol took us all down
We be out by the end of the
gettin' drunk on the let the system BOOM!
Who would assume Mr. QK chill with a wife
Ty and Matt caught
Now they spend there life behind
catchin' scars will not heal
don't know the half about keepin' it real

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