Luyện nghe bài hát Graves To Dig

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

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

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

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

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

for the angels, four for the alamin'
Somewhere totally obscene
And clean, got a Babylon feelin'
Wounds that need healin', truth revealin'

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

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

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

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