Luyện nghe bài hát Graves To Dig

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

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

Mothers put their girls into curls
Fathers teach their sons how to 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 there got to be ten
Expand the depths of space and time
Standin' three eyes on the firing line

Word to my man divine, come too far,
"La ilaha Allah"
Twelve rakats on my full day's prayer
Just hoping that the lord got some mercy to
go one for the Ummah, two for the deen

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

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

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

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