Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Ya Head

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

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

I wake up in the mornin', mindstate so military
Suckers fantasizin' of a young brother buried
Was it me, the weed or life I lead
If is for suckers then tonight we bleed

Out for all that, knowin' this world bring drawbacks
Look how I shiver I deliver these raw raps.
Meet me at the cemetery dressed in
Tonight we, honor the dead, those who be back

So if I die, do the same for me, shed no
An Outlaw, livin' in this game for years
Why worry, hope to God, get me when I'm buried
Knowin' inside only a few love me

Come me to the gates of Heaven, let me picture for a while
How I lived for my as a child, I wonder now
How do we outlast, get cash
Stay strong if we all mash, hold ya

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

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

Exposed with my hocus pocus flows they froze
Now suckers idolize my, blows
And mo' money litigatin, mo' playa hatin'
Got a at the pen for me waitin', is this my fate?

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

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

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

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

Hope to raise my nation in this world of greed
means nothin' if you still ain't free
Money breeds jealousy, take the game me
I hope for better days, trouble naturally

Running authorities 'til they capture me
And my, aim is to spread mo' smiles than
Utilalize lessons learned from my years
Mama had it all right, rest yo' head

Tradin' conversation all night, bless the
To my that I used to have that no longer roll
Catch a brother at the
Plus knows my soul, watchin' time pass
Through the glass of my drop top Rolls, hold ya

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

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

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