Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Ya Head

My homeboys in 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
You're listenin' to the sounds of one,
(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', so military
Suckers fantasizin' of a young brother buried
Was it me, the weed or this life I
If daytime is for suckers then tonight we

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

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

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

How do we the music 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

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

Exposed foes with my hocus pocus flows froze
Now idolize my, chosen blows
And mo' money mean litigatin, mo' hatin'
Got a cell at the pen for me waitin', is 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
with me is family 'cause everybody's got me

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

How do we the music playing
(Yes, you got to ya head)
How do we get
(Hold head)
Too young black 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 when I my chrome
Let these words be the last to my unborn

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

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

Tradin' conversation all night, bless the
To my homies that I used to have that no longer
a brother at the crossroads
Plus knows my soul, watchin' time 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 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 the music playing
(Yes, you got to ya head)
How do we get