Luyện nghe bài hát Graves To Dig

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

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

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

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

Word to my man divine, come too far,
"La ilaha Allah"
rakats short on my full 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
Somewhere totally obscene
And clean, got a Babylon feelin'
Wounds that need healin', need revealin'

Hands need washin' from all the dealin'
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

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

Put your lights on, put your crosses
It's time to tally up wins and your losses
go one for Scott 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 who got graves to dig