Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Ya Head

My homeboys in Clinton and Rikers
All the
Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo,
All the prisoners
San Quentin, who can save you, all the houses
I'm you

Yeah, one thug, one
listenin' 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 early in the mornin', so military
Suckers fantasizin' pictures of a young brother
Was it me, the or this life I lead
If daytime is for then tonight we bleed

Out for all that, knowin' that this bring drawbacks
how I shiver once I deliver these raw raps.
Meet me at the cemetery dressed in
Tonight we, honor the dead, those who 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 high when I'm
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 days as a child, I now
How do we outlast, always get
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 black brothers are dying
(Yes, you got to ya head)
Livin' fast, too

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

Exposed with my hocus pocus flows they froze
Now suckers my, chosen blows
And mo' money mean litigatin, mo' 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 vision, this life we livin'
Got us all meetin' up in
Last week I got a letter from my road dog, written in
Saying, "Please a playa 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 many black brothers are dying
(Yes, you got to ya head)
Livin' fast, too

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

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

from authorities 'til they capture me
And my, aim is to spread mo' smiles than
Utilalize learned from my childhood years
Maybe Mama had it all right, rest yo'

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

Too young black brothers 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