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']
Gotta carry the weight
Go
Yeah! I it down like this

One:

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 fuckin' easy to get streched out
I was at the when it all began
You know the transition from 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' on my dick
And noticed me and my were gettin' treated like shit
I would be hit with anything in reach
Then my would proceed to go to church and preach
about forgiveness, patience all the shit he lacked
Gettin' jump when he said and the head gat
physical was in form of a slap
at the age of fifteen now hit back
of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrap
Left the bitch on the with her eyes on black
Ran from the house of Teresa and Nate
Into juvenile where I built up hate
I remember the date of the judical debate
but legally I was now in of the state

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

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

Xzibit, [J-Ro]

[Yeah it's fucked up though

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

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

Two:

And that was then the treatment I was gettin' at home
but only now I was fucked up all alone
My father talkin' all 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
a hastle we in a town of hicks
fuckin' all these
rock by the bricks
so we feelin' like we mothafuckin' Brown
At the house when the man touched down
demands "Let me see your goddamn hands (now)"
A.T.F. cause of and contraban
we kept it in the house
So of course we
found one pistol took 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 chill with a wife
Ty and Matt caught
Now they spend there behind bars
catchin' scars that will not
niggas don't the half about keepin' it real

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