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 save you, all the houses
I'm you

Yeah, one thug, one
You're 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 wake up in the mornin', mindstate so military
Suckers fantasizin' pictures of a young buried
Was it me, the weed or this I lead
If daytime is for suckers tonight we bleed

Out for all that, knowin' that this world bring
Look how I shiver once I these raw raps.
Meet me at the cemetery 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, hope to God, get me high I'm buried
Knowin' deep only a few love me

Come 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
strong if we all mash, hold ya head

How do we the music 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 be like prophecies beggin' me to stop
'Cause these lawyers money every time they knock us
Snatchin' lyrically, suckers flea when they notice
Switched my to Makaveli, half the rap game closed

Exposed foes with my hocus 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 my fate?

Miss me with that misdemeanor thinkin', me fall
Never that, too Tequila drinkin', we all that
Make them understand me, if not I my posse
Everyone with me is family everybody's got me

me paint a perfect vision, this life we livin'
Got us all up in prison
Last week I got a letter from my 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)
Livin' fast, too

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

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

Running from authorities 'til they me
And my, aim is to spread mo' smiles tears
Utilalize lessons learned my childhood years
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
a brother at the crossroads
Plus knows my soul, watchin' time pass
the glass of my drop top Rolls, hold ya head

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