Luyện nghe bài hát Carry The Weight

Intro: Xzibit,

I wish I could you know at twenty-one
youknowhatI'msayin',he he, yo yo
[I'ma tell you exactly why I do the
I do, youknowhatI'm
Gotta 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 move the police keep count
make it real easy to get streched out
I was at the funeral when it all
You know the painful from a boy to men
I lost sight of my at the age of nine
didn't understand death nearly 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 noticed me and my sister were gettin' treated shit
I would forever be hit with in reach
Then my father proceed to go to church and preach
about forgiveness, patience all the that he lacked
Gettin' jump when he said and the gat cracked
physical contact was in of a slap
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 from the house of Teresa and Nate
Into juvenile detention where I built up
I remember the date of the judical debate
but legally I was now in of the state

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 contemplate the move to make
Gotta find some way to release hate

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 move to make
Gotta find some way Xzibit carry the

Interlude: Xzibit,

[Yeah fucked up though man]

Yo
[The fuck you in jail]
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'
It's cool yo that
popin' out here]
They can go on and on for
tellin' you it's popin' man come home]

Verse

And that was worse then the I was gettin' at home
but only now I was up plus all alone
My talkin' all crazy to me over the phone
age sixteen now on my own
Started running with cats who carried gats they had too
with no hesitation lock load blast you
a hastle we in a town of hicks
fuckin' all chicks
Sellin' rock by the
so we feelin' like we Nino Brown
At the house the mothafuckin' man touched down
demands "Let me see your goddamn hands (now)"
A.T.F. cause of and contraban
we never it in the house
So of we clounded
Only found one pistol took us all down
We be out by the end of the
drunk on the strip let the system BOOM!
Who would assume Mr. QK would chill a wife
Ty and caught bodies
Now they spend there life bars
scars that will not heal
niggas don't know the half about it real

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