Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Ya Head

My in Clinton 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
listenin' to the sounds of one, thug
(How do we the music playing?)
One thug, one
listenin' to the sounds of
(How do we get ahead?)

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

Out for all that, knowin' this world bring drawbacks
Look how I shiver once I deliver 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, shed no
An Outlaw, livin' in this game for years
Why worry, hope to God, get me high when I'm
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 as a child, I wonder now
How do we outlast, always get
Stay 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 brothers are dying
(Yes, you got to ya head)
Livin' fast, too

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

conversation all night, bless the dead
To my homies that I used to have that no longer
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 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, a drink, read a book)
(Yes, you got to ya head)
fast, too fast
(Watch the stars, get pussy, whatever)

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