Luyện nghe bài hát Graves To Dig

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

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

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

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

to my man divine, come too far, singin'
"La ilaha Allah"
rakats short on my full day's prayer
Just that 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'
Wounds that need healin', truth revealin'

Hands washin' from all the dirty dealin'
From the floor to the ceilin', from the to the door
From the kings and the queens and the slaves and the
For every lost 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 they pistols out on the playground
That profound, gone too far, to the light from a burned out star

Put your lights on, put down crosses
It's time to tally up your and your losses
go one for Scott 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