Luyện nghe bài hát Graves To Dig

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Put your lights on, put down crosses
time to tally up your wins 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 mothers who got to dig
For all the who got graves to dig