Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Ya Head

My homeboys in and Rikers Island
All the
Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo,
All the political
San Quentin, who can save you, all the jail
I'm you

Yeah, one thug, one
You're listenin' to the 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 early in the mornin', so military
fantasizin' pictures of a young brother buried
Was it me, the weed or this life I
If daytime is for suckers tonight we bleed

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

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

Come rush me to the gates of Heaven, let me picture for a
How I lived for my as a child, I wonder now
How do we outlast, get cash
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 brothers are dying
(Yes, you got to ya head)
Livin' fast, too

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

foes 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?

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
with me is family 'cause everybody's got me

Watch me paint a perfect vision, this life we
Got us all meetin' up in
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 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)
fast, too fast

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

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

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

Tradin' all night, bless the dead
To my homies that I used to have that no roll
Catch a brother at the
Plus knows my soul, watchin' time pass
Through the glass of my top Rolls, hold ya head

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

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