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 that my frame
for the father 'cause he taught me game

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

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

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

to my man divine, come too far, singin'
"La illa Allah"
Twelve rakats short on my day's prayer
Just hoping that the lord got mercy to spare
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 washin' from all the dirty dealin'
From the floor to the ceilin', from the to the door
From the kings and the and the slaves and the whores
For every lost cause where the martyrs are

That funky little sound, that make you to get down
Somebody told me once, love makes the go round
Now kids they carry out on the playground
That profound, too far, praying to the light 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 three for all the who got graves to dig

For all the mothers who got to dig
For all the who got graves to dig