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
Gotta carry the weight
Go
Yeah! I break it down this

Verse

You see I don't like to remenisce the past
The class, no clout livin' hand to mouth
and every wrong move the police keep count
make it real fuckin' easy to get out
I was at the when it all began
You know the painful from a boy to men
I lost sight of my at the age of nine
didn't understand death lost my mind
But see life moves on and niggas can't 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
Then my would proceed to go to church and preach
about forgiveness, patience all the shit that he
Gettin' jump when he said and the head gat
contact was in form of a slap
at the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit
courtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to
Left the bitch on the with her eyes on black
Ran away from the house of Teresa and
Into detention where I built up hate
I don't remember the date of the judical
but legally I was now in custody of the

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

Xzibit, [J-Ro]

[Yeah fucked up though man]

Yo
[The fuck you doin' in
Insane man, I know 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 yo fuck that
[It's out here]
They can go on and on for
tellin' you it's popin' man come home]

Verse

And that was worse the treatment I was gettin' at home
but only now I was fucked up all alone
My father all crazy to me over the phone
Turned age now on my own
Started running with cats who carried cause they had too
with no hesitation lock then blast you
Without a hastle we in a town of
all these chicks
Sellin' by the bricks
so we feelin' like we mothafuckin' Nino
At the house when the mothafuckin' man touched
demands "Let me see your goddamn hands (now)"
A.T.F. of handguns and contraban
we kept it in the house
So of course we
Only 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 would with a wife
Ty and caught bodies
Now they spend life behind bars
catchin' scars that not heal
don't know the half about keepin' it real

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