Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Ya Head

My homeboys in Clinton and Rikers
All the
Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo,
All the prisoners
San Quentin, who can save you, all the jail
I'm you

Yeah, one thug, one
You're listenin' to the of one, thug
(How do we keep the playing?)
One thug, one
You're listenin' to the of
(How do we get ahead?)

I wake up early in the mornin', mindstate so
fantasizin' pictures of a young brother buried
Was it me, the or this life I lead
If daytime is for suckers then we bleed

Out for all that, knowin' that this world bring
Look how I shiver once I deliver raw raps.
Meet me at the cemetery dressed in
Tonight we, the dead, those who won't be back

So if I die, do the for me, shed no tears
An Outlaw, thug livin' in game for years
Why worry, to God, get me high when I'm buried
Knowin' deep inside a few love me

Come rush me to the gates of Heaven, let me for a while
How I lived for my days as a child, I now
How do we outlast, always get
Stay strong if we all mash, ya head

How do we keep the music
(Yes, you got to ya head)
How do we get
(Hold head)
Too many black brothers are dying
(Yes, you got to ya head)
Livin' fast, too

Yo, felonies be like prophecies beggin' me to stop
'Cause these lawyers gettin' money every time they us
Snatchin' pockets lyrically, suckers flea when notice
Switched my name to Makaveli, the rap game closed

Exposed foes with my hocus pocus flows froze
Now suckers idolize my, chosen
And mo' money mean litigatin, mo' hatin'
Got a cell at the pen for me waitin', is this my

Miss me with that misdemeanor thinkin', me fall
Never that, too much drinkin', we all that
Make understand me, if not I slang my posse
Everyone with me is family 'cause got me

Watch me paint a perfect vision, this we livin'
Got us all meetin' up in
Last week I got a letter from my road dog, in blood
Saying, "Please show a playa love", ya head, hold it

How do we keep the playing
(Yes, you got to ya head)
How do we get
(Hold head)
Too many black brothers are dying
(Yes, you got to ya head)
fast, too fast

The weed got me in my mind, I'm thinkin'
God bless the child that can his own
Indeed, enemies when I hold my chrome
Let these be the last to my unborn seeds

Hope to raise my young in this world of greed
Currency means nothin' if you ain't free
Money jealousy, take the game from me
I hope for days, trouble comes naturally

Running from authorities they capture me
And my, aim is to mo' smiles than tears
Utilalize lessons from my childhood years
Maybe Mama had it all right, yo' head

Tradin' conversation all night, the dead
To my homies I used to have that no longer roll
a brother at the crossroads
Plus nobody knows my soul, watchin' pass
Through the glass of my drop top Rolls, ya head

How do we keep the playing
(Yes, you got to ya head)
How do we get
(No matter how it get, feel me, come on)
(Hold head)

Too young black brothers are dying
(Get the weed, a drink, read a book)
(Yes, you got to ya head)
Livin' fast, too
(Watch the stars, get pussy, whatever)

How do we the music playing
(Yes, you got to ya head)
How do we get