Luyện nghe bài hát Graves To Dig

They go one for the Prophet, two for
Three for the Khutbah the Imam
for the mother that birthed my frame
Five for the 'cause he taught me game

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

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

They say, "Sex and 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

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

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

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

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

Put lights on, put down your crosses
It's time to tally up your wins and 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 mothers who got to dig