Luyện nghe bài hát Graves To Dig

They go one for the Prophet, two for
Three for the from the Imam
Four for the mother that birthed my
Five for the father he taught me game

'round the world, songs are all the same
Sometimes when I'm asleep I still call your
Back when I was young I used to dream of
Now they all point they fingers sayin' to blame

Mothers put their into pigtail curls
Fathers teach their how to shoot their guns
They say, "Boy don't never cry your emotions
Just it like a man, make your stand"

say, "Sex and violence go hand in hand"
For every man blessed got to be ten damned
Expand the depths of space and time
Standin' eyes blind on the firing line

Word to my man divine, come too far,
"La ilaha Allah"
Twelve rakats short on my full day's
Just hoping the lord got some mercy to spare
They go one for the Ummah, two for the

Three for the angels, four for the
between totally obscene
And perfectly clean, got a Babylon
Wounds that need healin', truth revealin'

Hands need washin' from all the dealin'
From the floor to the ceilin', from the to the door
the kings and the queens and the slaves and the whores
For every lost where the martyrs are found

That funky little sound, that make you want to get
Somebody told me once, love makes the world go
Now kids they carry pistols out on the
That profound, gone too far, praying to the light a burned out star

Put your lights on, put down crosses
It's time to tally up your and your losses
They go one for La Rock, two for Pac and B.I.G.
And for all the mothers who got graves to dig

For all the who got graves to dig
For all the who got graves to dig