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 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 young buried
Was it me, the weed or this I lead
If daytime is for then tonight we bleed

Out for all that, knowin' that this world bring
Look how I shiver I deliver these raw raps.
me at the cemetery dressed in black
Tonight we, honor the dead, those who won't be

So if I die, do the same for me, shed no
An Outlaw, livin' in this game for years
Why worry, hope to God, get me high I'm buried
Knowin' inside only a few love me

Come rush me to the gates of Heaven, let me picture for a
How I lived for my days as a child, I now
How do we outlast, always get
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)
fast, too fast

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

Exposed foes my hocus pocus flows they froze
Now idolize 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 fall
that, too much Tequila drinkin', we all that
Make them understand me, if not I slang my
Everyone me is family 'cause everybody's got me

Watch me paint a vision, this life we livin'
Got us all meetin' up in
Last I got a letter from my road dog, written in blood
Saying, "Please show a playa love", ya head, hold it

How do we the music playing
(Yes, you got to ya head)
How do we get
(Hold head)
Too young black brothers are dying
(Yes, you got to ya head)
fast, too fast

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

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

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

Tradin' conversation all night, bless the
To my homies I used to have that no longer roll
Catch a brother at the
Plus knows my soul, watchin' time pass
Through the glass of my drop top Rolls, 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 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 the music playing
(Yes, you got to ya head)
How do we get