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 jail
I'm you

Yeah, one thug, one
You're listenin' to the sounds of one,
(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
Suckers fantasizin' pictures of a brother buried
Was it me, the weed or this life I
If daytime is for suckers then tonight we

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

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

Come rush me to the of Heaven, let me picture for a while
How I lived for my 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 are dying
(Yes, you got to ya head)
Livin' fast, too

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tradin' conversation all night, bless the
To my homies that I used to have no longer roll
Catch a brother at the
Plus nobody knows my soul, watchin' 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 hard it get, feel me, on)
(Hold head)

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