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, sayin']
Gotta carry the youknowhatI'msayin'
Go
Yeah! I break it like this

One:

You see I don't like to remenisce the past
The class, no clout livin' hand to mouth
Each and every wrong move the police count
it real fuckin' easy to get streched out
I was at the funeral when it all
You the painful transition from a boy to men
I sight of my mother 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 family
at thirteen, I gettin' hair on my dick
And noticed me and my sister were treated like shit
I would be hit with anything in reach
Then my father would proceed to go to church and
about forgiveness, patience all the shit he lacked
jump when he said and the head gat cracked
physical contact was in of a slap
at the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit
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 detention where I built up hate
I remember the date of the judical debate
but I was now in custody of the state

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

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
find some way Xzibit carry the weight

Interlude: Xzibit,

it's fucked up though man]

Yo
[The you doin' in jail]
Insane man, I know man, he he he
wats goin' on down there, gotta 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 tellin' you it's man come home]

Two:

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

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