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 why I do the things
I do, youknowhatI'm
carry the weight youknowhatI'msayin'
Go
Yeah! I break it like this

One:

You see I don't like to remenisce the past
The lower class, no clout livin' to mouth
Each and wrong move the police keep count
it real fuckin' easy to get streched out
I was at the funeral when it all
You know the painful from a boy to men
I lost of my mother at the age of nine
didn't understand death lost my mind
But see moves on and broke niggas can't change it
Age ten, new step arrangement
at thirteen, I started hair on my dick
And noticed me and my sister were gettin' treated shit
I would forever be hit anything in reach
Then my father proceed to go to church and preach
forgiveness, patience all the shit that he lacked
Gettin' jump when he and the head gat cracked
physical was in form of a slap
at the age of Xzibit now hit back
courtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to
Left the bitch on the ground with her eyes on
Ran away from the of Teresa and Nate
Into juvenile where I built up hate
I don't remember the date of the judical
but legally I was now in of the state

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

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

Interlude: Xzibit,

[Yeah fucked up though man]

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

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

Verse

And was worse then the treatment I was gettin' at home
but only now I was fucked up plus all
My father talkin' all crazy to me over the
Turned age now on my own
Started running with cats who carried gats they had too
with no hesitation load then blast you
Without a hastle we in a of hicks
fuckin' all chicks
rock by the bricks
so we feelin' like we mothafuckin' Brown
At the house the mothafuckin' man touched down
demands "Let me see your goddamn hands (now)"
A.T.F. cause of handguns and
we kept it in the house
So of course we
Only found one pistol us all down town
We be out by the end of the
gettin' on the strip let the system BOOM!
Who assume Mr. QK would chill with a wife
Ty and caught bodies
Now they spend there behind bars
catchin' scars that not heal
don't know the half about keepin' it real

1 1/2

Like
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Yeah! gotta carry the
Like euh!
Bringin
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It's
carry the weight
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that yo!