Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Ya Head

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

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

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

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

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

rush me to the gates of Heaven, let me picture 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 the music playing
(Yes, you got to ya head)
How do we get
(Hold head)
Too many young black are dying
(Yes, you got to ya head)
Livin' fast, too

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

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

Miss me with that misdemeanor thinkin', me back?
that, too much Tequila drinkin', we all that
Make them understand me, if not I my posse
Everyone with me is family 'cause got me

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

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

The got me tweakin' in my mind, I'm thinkin'
God bless the that can hold his own
Indeed, enemies bleed 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 breeds jealousy, take the from me
I hope for better days, trouble comes

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

Tradin' conversation all night, the dead
To my homies that I used to have that no longer
a brother at the crossroads
Plus nobody knows my soul, watchin' 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 how hard it get, feel me, come on)
(Hold head)

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