Luyện nghe bài hát Carry The Weight

Intro: Xzibit,

I really wish I you know at twenty-one
youknowhatI'msayin',he he, yo yo
[I'ma tell you why I do the things
I do, youknowhatI'm
carry the weight youknowhatI'msayin'
Go
Yeah! I break it down like

Verse

You see I don't to remenisce about the past
The lower class, no clout livin' to mouth
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 painful from a boy to men
I lost of my mother at the age of nine
didn't understand death nearly lost my
But see life moves on and broke niggas change it
Age ten, new step arrangement
at thirteen, I started gettin' on my dick
And noticed me and my sister gettin' treated like shit
I would be hit with anything in reach
my father would proceed to go to church and preach
about forgiveness, patience all the shit he lacked
jump when he said and the head gat cracked
physical contact was in form of a
at the age of Xzibit now hit back
courtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to
Left the bitch on the ground with her on black
Ran away from the house of and Nate
Into juvenile where I built up hate
I don't remember the of the judical debate
but legally I was now in of the state

And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and
Say what's up to and I still don't speak
I'm trying to contemplate the move to make
Gotta find some way to this hate

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

Xzibit, [J-Ro]

[Yeah fucked up though man]

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

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

Two:

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

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