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 birthed my
for the father 'cause he taught me game

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

Mothers put their girls pigtail curls
teach their sons how to shoot their guns
They say, "Boy never cry control your emotions
Just it like a man, make your stand"

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

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 mercy to
go one for the Ummah, two for the deen

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

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

Put lights on, put down 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 mothers who got to dig

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