Luyện nghe bài hát Head Up

Violent aint im trying to be
But this violence me
had money for a P.H.D
Now I get money i make these beats
to my hood, Renovate these streets
Speak from my heart motivate my
Everyday i struggle trying to find peace
Never had shit, be shit
But i my head up
Nigga get that cheese
a dream
Its
But it aint all good, We
So to repeat the same ol things
Same ol ghetto 20" rims on on the whip, gold chains, and a Diamond
Smoking that shit, selling crack
Tatoo's of the dead
Mostly poor and lonley
Never it past the age of 18
Thats why brothers like me get locked up, Man just live shackled, In handcuffs pants
Packed up in the back of the wagon, Dawg get off me, killin me softly, Brush it off me, Speak like I know
But I go
5-0, wanna my pay roll (oh)
Its unlikely that i do the right thing like Spike, too caught up
Look at all us, to ball up
to the club, in the up, till we fall up
Im lost trying to find my way back
Ive been for way too long,
I was a king, now im back claim my
my black pain and my black family I was taken from

2-

Always dreamin, of scheming, Theres no hope for me
I'm born to struggle, Thats the way I see
I just wanna do
The Lord gave me life
Everyday is a
But I still my head high

up
Nigga gotta get that
Livin a
Its
But it all good, We misunderstood
So to repeat the same ol things
ol ghetto 20" rims on on the whip, gold chains, and a Diamond Ring
Smoking that shit, selling cocaine
of the dead homies man

(Uh)
No time to think, Take a deep breath dont forget to
Pray to the my life to keep, Been through a lot of trouble way too deep
Down in my soul but I gotta speak
what I know always be quick, too slow
Trying to niggas how to run the show, How to do well, How to blow up
Nigga grow up, Throw your hands up, If you me
out still trying to kill me
The real me's, just wondering why I have to try
At God I cry
Doing the very I can,
I'm the man, Nigga yes I am
That I am, Nigga be proud
gotta be loud, be quiet

(But)Violent aint what im to be
But violence follows me
Never had for a P.H.D
Now I get money i make these beats
to my hood, Renovate these streets
Speak from my heart my peeps
Everyday i struggle trying to some peace
Never had shit, Never be
But i my head up
Nigga gotta get that
Livin a
Its
But it all good, We misunderstood
So bound to the same ol things
Same ol ghetto 20" rims on on the whip, gold chains, and a Diamond
Smoking that shit, selling crack
of the dead homies

(Yeahhhhh)
(Ooohhh)
(Yeah, Yeah)
(Oh,Keep your up, Oh,Keep your head up)
(Oh)
(Keep your up)
(Oh)
(Keep your up)
(Yeah)
(Ooo)

(Yeah)
(Yeeeahhh)