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 why I do the things
I do, sayin']
carry the weight youknowhatI'msayin'
Go
Yeah! I it down like this

One:

You see I don't like to remenisce the past
The lower class, no clout hand to mouth
Each and every wrong move the police keep
it real fuckin' easy to get streched out
I was at the when it all began
You know the painful transition a boy to men
I lost sight of my at the age of nine
understand death nearly lost my mind
But see life moves on and niggas can't change it
Age ten, new step family
at thirteen, I started gettin' on my dick
And noticed me and my sister were treated like shit
I forever be hit with anything in reach
Then my father would proceed to go to and preach
about forgiveness, patience all the that he lacked
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 taught me to
Left the on the ground with her eyes on black
Ran away from the house of and Nate
Into juvenile detention where I built up
I don't remember the date of the debate
but legally I was now in custody of the

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

Interlude: Xzibit,

it's fucked up though man]

Yo
[The fuck you in jail]
Insane man, I don't man, he he he
[Yeah wats on down there, gotta get out dude]
I be out in couple of weeks man

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

Verse

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

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