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 listenin' to the of one, thug
(How do we the music 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 pictures of a young brother buried
Was it me, the weed or this life I
If is for suckers then tonight we bleed

Out for all that, knowin' that this world drawbacks
how I shiver once I deliver these raw raps.
Meet me at the dressed in black
we, honor 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 high I'm buried
deep inside only a few love me

Come me to the gates of Heaven, let me picture for a while
How I for my days as a child, I wonder now
How do we outlast, always get
strong if we all mash, hold ya head

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 beggin' me to stop
'Cause these lawyers gettin' every time they knock us
Snatchin' pockets lyrically, suckers flea when notice
Switched my name to Makaveli, the rap game closed

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

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

Watch me paint a perfect vision, 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", ya head, hold it

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)
fast, too fast

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

to raise my young nation in this world of greed
Currency means if you still ain't free
Money breeds jealousy, take the from me
I hope for better days, trouble naturally

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

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

How do we keep the 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 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