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

Mothers put their into pigtail curls
Fathers teach their 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 man blessed there got to be ten damned
Expand the depths of space and time
Standin' eyes blind on the firing line

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

Three for the angels, for the alamin'
Somewhere totally obscene
And perfectly clean, got a Babylon
Wounds that need healin', truth need

Hands need washin' from all the dirty
From the to the ceilin', from the stage to the door
From the kings and the and the slaves and the whores
For every lost cause where the martyrs are

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

Put your lights on, put your crosses
It's time to tally up 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 who got graves to dig
For all the mothers who got to dig