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 'cause he taught me

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

Mothers put their girls into curls
Fathers teach their sons how to shoot their
They say, "Boy never cry control your emotions
Just it like 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

Word to my man divine, too far, singin'
"La illa Allah"
Twelve rakats short on my day's prayer
Just hoping the lord got some mercy to spare
go one for the Ummah, two for the deen

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

Hands need from all the dirty 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 cause where the martyrs are found

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

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

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