Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Ya Head

My homeboys in Clinton and Island
All the
Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo,
All the prisoners
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' of a young brother buried
Was it me, the or this life I lead
If daytime is for then tonight we bleed

Out for all that, knowin' that this bring drawbacks
Look how I shiver 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 same for me, no tears
An Outlaw, thug livin' in this game for
Why worry, hope to God, get me when 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, get cash
Stay strong if we all mash, hold ya

How do we keep the music
(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

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

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

Miss me with misdemeanor thinkin', me fall back?
that, too much Tequila 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 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 brothers are
(Yes, you got to ya head)
Livin' fast, too

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

Hope to raise my young nation in world of greed
Currency means nothin' if you still free
Money breeds jealousy, take the from me
I hope for better days, comes naturally

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

Tradin' conversation all night, the dead
To my that I used to have that no longer roll
Catch a at the crossroads
Plus nobody knows my soul, time pass
Through the glass of my drop top Rolls, 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 black 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 playing
(Yes, you got to ya head)
How do we get