Luyện nghe bài hát Graves To Dig

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

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

Mothers put their girls pigtail curls
Fathers teach sons how to shoot their guns
They say, "Boy don't cry control your emotions
Just it like a man, make your stand"

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

Word to my man divine, too far, singin'
"La ilaha Allah"
Twelve 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, for the alamin'
Somewhere totally obscene
And perfectly clean, got a Babylon
Wounds that healin', truth need revealin'

Hands washin' from all the dirty dealin'
From the floor to the ceilin', from the stage to the
From the kings and the queens and the slaves and the
For every lost where the martyrs are found

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

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