Luyện nghe bài hát Carry The Weight

Intro: Xzibit,

I really I could you know at twenty-one
youknowhatI'msayin',he he, yo yo
tell you exactly why I do the things
I do, youknowhatI'm
Gotta carry the youknowhatI'msayin'
Go
Yeah! I break it like this

One:

You see I don't like to remenisce about the
The lower class, no clout livin' hand to
and every wrong move the police keep count
make it real fuckin' to get streched out
I was at the funeral 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 nearly lost my mind
But see life moves on and broke niggas change it
Age ten, new step family
at thirteen, I gettin' hair on my dick
And noticed me and my sister were treated like shit
I would forever be hit with anything in
my father would proceed to go to church and preach
about forgiveness, patience all the that he lacked
Gettin' jump when he said and the head gat
physical contact was in form of a
at the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit
courtesy of my stepbrother, who me to scrap
Left the on the ground with her eyes on black
Ran away from the house of Teresa and
Into detention where I built up hate
I remember the date of the judical debate
but I was now in custody of the state

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 to this hate

And niggas why I sit up in the club and drink
Say what's up to Xzibit and I still speak
I'm trying to contemplate the move to make
find some way Xzibit carry the weight

Interlude: Xzibit,

[Yeah it's up though man]

Yo
[The you doin' 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 of weeks man

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

Two:

And that was worse 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 with cats who carried gats cause they had too
with no hesitation lock load blast you
Without a hastle we in a town of
fuckin' all chicks
Sellin' by the bricks
so we feelin' we mothafuckin' Nino Brown
At the when the mothafuckin' man touched down
demands "Let me see your goddamn hands (now)"
A.T.F. cause of handguns and
we never it in the house
So of course we
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 Mr. QK would chill with a wife
Ty and Matt bodies
Now they spend there life behind
scars that will not heal
niggas don't the half about keepin' it real

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