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 houses
I'm you

Yeah, one thug, one
listenin' to the sounds 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 early in the mornin', mindstate so
fantasizin' pictures of a young brother buried
Was it me, the weed or life I lead
If daytime is for then tonight we bleed

Out for all that, knowin' this world bring drawbacks
Look how I once I deliver these raw raps.
Meet me at the cemetery in black
Tonight we, honor the dead, 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, hope to God, get me high when I'm
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, always get
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 black are dying
(Yes, you got to ya head)
fast, too fast

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

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

Miss me with misdemeanor thinkin', me fall back?
Never that, too Tequila drinkin', we all that
Make them understand me, if not I my posse
Everyone with me is '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 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 got me tweakin' in my mind, I'm thinkin'
God bless the child that can his own
Indeed, enemies bleed when I my chrome
Let words be the last to my unborn seeds

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

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

Tradin' conversation all night, bless the
To my homies that I used to 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 music
(Yes, you got to ya head)
How do we get
(No matter how hard it get, feel me, on)
(Hold head)

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