Luyện nghe bài hát Head Up

Violent what im trying to be
But this follows me
Never had for a P.H.D
Now I get money when i make these
to my hood, Renovate these streets
Speak from my heart my peeps
Everyday i struggle trying to find peace
Never had shit, be shit
But i keep my up
Nigga gotta get that
a dream
Its
But it aint all good, We
So bound to the same ol things
Same ol 20" rims on on the whip, gold chains, and a Diamond Ring
Smoking shit, selling crack cocaine
of the dead homies
Mostly broke and lonley
Never it past the age of 18
Thats why brothers like me get locked up, Man just live shackled, In pants saggin
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, Nigga's too up
Look at all us, to ball up
to the club, in the mall up, we fall up
Im lost trying to find my way home
Ive been for way too long,
I was a king, now im back claim my
my black and my black family that 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 do right
The Lord gave me this
is a fight
But I still keep my high

up
Nigga get that cheese
a dream
Its
But it all good, We misunderstood
So bound to the same ol things
Same ol ghetto 20" rims on on the whip, chains, and a Diamond Ring
Smoking shit, selling crack cocaine
Tatoo's of the homies man

(Uh)
No to think, Take a deep breath dont forget to speak
Pray to the Lord my to keep, Been through a lot of trouble way too deep
Down in my soul but I gotta flow
what I know always be quick, Never too
Trying to tell niggas how to run the show, How to do well, How to up
Nigga up, Throw your hands up, If you feel me
out still trying to kill me
The real me's, just still why I have to try
At God I cry
the very best I can,
I'm the man, Nigga yes I am
That I am, gotta be proud
gotta be loud, be quiet

(But)Violent aint im trying to be
But this violence me
had money for a P.H.D
Now I get money when i make beats
Give to my hood, these streets
Speak from my heart motivate my
i struggle trying to find some peace
Never had shit, be shit
But i my head up
Nigga get that cheese
Livin a
Its
But it aint all good, We
So bound to repeat the ol things
Same ol 20" rims on on the whip, gold chains, and a Diamond Ring
Smoking that shit, selling crack
Tatoo's of the dead

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

(Yeah)
(Yeeeahhh)