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 birthed my frame
Five for the father he taught me game

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

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

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

to my man divine, come too far, singin'
"La illa 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, four for the
Somewhere between totally
And perfectly clean, got a feelin'
Wounds that healin', truth need revealin'

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

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

Put your lights on, put down 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 who got graves to dig