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 you, all the jail houses
I'm you

Yeah, one thug, one
You're to the sounds of one, thug
(How do we keep the 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' pictures of a young brother
Was it me, the or this life I lead
If daytime is for suckers then tonight we

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

So if I die, do the same for me, shed no
An Outlaw, thug livin' in this for years
Why worry, to God, get me high when I'm buried
Knowin' deep only 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, get cash
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 young black brothers are
(Yes, you got to ya head)
Livin' fast, too

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

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

Miss me with that misdemeanor thinkin', me fall
Never that, too much drinkin', we all that
Make them understand me, if not I slang my
with me is family 'cause everybody's got me

Watch me paint a perfect vision, this we livin'
Got us all meetin' up in
Last week I got a letter from my road dog, written in
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 many black brothers 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 words be the to my unborn seeds

Hope to raise my young nation in world of greed
Currency means nothin' if you still ain't
Money jealousy, take the game from me
I hope for better days, trouble comes

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

conversation all night, bless the dead
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 how hard it get, feel me, come on)
(Hold head)

Too many young black brothers are
(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