Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Ya Head

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

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

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

Out for all that, that this world bring drawbacks
Look how I shiver once I these 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 same for me, shed no
An Outlaw, livin' in this game for years
Why worry, hope to God, get me high I'm buried
Knowin' inside only a few love me

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

How do we the music 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)
fast, too fast

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

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

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

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

How do we keep the playing
(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

The got me tweakin' 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 my young nation in this world of greed
Currency means nothin' if you still ain't
breeds jealousy, take the game from me
I hope for better days, trouble naturally

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

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

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

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

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