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 you, all the jail houses
I'm you

Yeah, one thug, one
You're to the sounds of one, thug
(How do we keep the playing?)
One thug, one
listenin' to the sounds of
(How do we get ahead?)

I wake up in the mornin', mindstate so military
fantasizin' pictures of a young brother buried
Was it me, the weed or life I lead
If daytime is for suckers then we bleed

Out for all that, knowin' 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, 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' 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
Stay strong if we all mash, hold ya

How do we keep the music
(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

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

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

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

me paint a perfect 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 love", hold 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 weed got me in my mind, I'm thinkin'
God bless the child can hold his own
Indeed, bleed when I hold my chrome
Let these words be the last to my 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 'til they capture me
And my, aim is to mo' smiles than tears
Utilalize lessons from my childhood years
Maybe had it all right, rest yo' head

conversation all night, bless the dead
To my homies that I used to that no longer roll
Catch a at the crossroads
Plus nobody knows my soul, watchin' pass
Through the glass of my drop top Rolls, ya head

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

Too many black brothers are dying
(Get the weed, drink a drink, a book)
(Yes, you got to ya head)
Livin' fast, too
(Watch the stars, get pussy, whatever)

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