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 you exactly why I do the things
I do, sayin']
Gotta carry the weight
Go
Yeah! I break it like this

One:

You see I don't like to remenisce about the
The lower class, no livin' hand to mouth
Each and every wrong the police keep count
make it real easy to get streched out
I was at the funeral when it all
You the painful transition from a boy to men
I lost sight of my mother at the age of
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 started hair on my dick
And noticed me and my sister were gettin' treated like
I would forever be hit with anything in
Then my father would 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 bitch on the ground her eyes on black
Ran from the house of Teresa and Nate
Into detention where I built up hate
I don't the date of the judical debate
but legally I was now in 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 to contemplate the next move to make
Gotta 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 speak
I'm trying to contemplate the next move to
Gotta find way Xzibit carry the weight

Interlude: Xzibit,

[Yeah it's fucked up man]

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

Two:

And that was worse the treatment I was gettin' at home
but only now I was fucked up plus all
My father talkin' all to me over the phone
age sixteen now on my own
Started running with cats who carried gats 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' like we mothafuckin' Brown
At the house when the mothafuckin' man down
Screamin' demands "Let me see goddamn hands (now)"
A.T.F. of handguns and contraban
we never it in the house
So of course we
Only found one pistol took us all down
We be out by the end of the
drunk on the strip let the system BOOM!
Who would assume Mr. QK would with a wife
Ty and Matt caught
Now spend there life behind bars
catchin' scars will not heal
niggas don't know the half about keepin' it

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