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
You're listenin' to the 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', so military
Suckers fantasizin' of a young brother buried
Was it me, the or this life I lead
If daytime is for suckers then we bleed

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

So if I die, do the for me, shed no tears
An Outlaw, thug livin' in this game for
Why worry, to God, get me high when I'm buried
Knowin' inside only a few love me

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

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)
fast, too fast

Yo, these felonies be prophecies beggin' 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 suckers idolize my, blows
And mo' money mean litigatin, mo' playa
Got a cell at the pen for me waitin', is my fate?

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

Watch me paint a perfect vision, life we livin'
Got us all meetin' up in
Last week I got a from 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 brothers are dying
(Yes, you got to ya head)
fast, too fast

The weed got me tweakin' in my mind, I'm
God bless the that can hold his own
Indeed, enemies bleed when I hold my
Let these words be the last to my unborn

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

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

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

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

Too many young brothers are dying
(Get the weed, a drink, read 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