Luyện nghe bài hát Carry The Weight

Intro: Xzibit,

I really wish I could you know at
youknowhatI'msayin',he he, yo yo
[I'ma you exactly why I do the things
I do, sayin']
Gotta the weight youknowhatI'msayin'
Go
Yeah! I break it like this

Verse

You see I don't like to remenisce about the
The lower class, no clout livin' hand to
Each and every wrong move the police count
make it real fuckin' easy to get out
I was at the funeral when it all
You know the painful transition a boy to men
I sight of my mother at the age of nine
didn't understand death lost my mind
But see life moves on and broke niggas change it
Age ten, new step family
at thirteen, I started gettin' hair on my
And noticed me and my sister were gettin' like shit
I would forever be hit with in reach
Then my father proceed to go to church and preach
about forgiveness, all the shit that he lacked
Gettin' jump when he said and the head gat
physical contact was in form of a
at the age of Xzibit now hit back
of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrap
Left the bitch on the ground with her on black
Ran away the house of Teresa and Nate
Into juvenile detention where I 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 club and
Say what's up to Xzibit and I don't speak
I'm trying to the next move to make
find some way to release this hate

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

Interlude: Xzibit,

[Yeah it's fucked up man]

Yo
[The fuck you doin' in
Insane man, I know man, he he he
[Yeah wats goin' on down there, gotta get out
Yeah I be out in of weeks man

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

Two:

And that was worse then the treatment I was at home
but now I was fucked up plus all alone
My father all crazy to me over the phone
age sixteen now on my own
Started with cats who carried gats cause they had too
with no lock load then blast you
Without a 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 touched
demands "Let me see your goddamn hands (now)"
A.T.F. of handguns and contraban
we kept it in the house
So of we clounded
Only 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 with a
Ty and caught bodies
Now spend there life behind bars
catchin' scars that not heal
niggas don't the half about keepin' it real

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