Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Ya Head

Once again back again with my
Diamond's are fat just like a Benz
Andre the Giant is great, but I should also
Lord Finesse, he's the Funky

I'm on my way to the studio, it's the way that I know
How to down low
Punching keys like Balboa
Saying rest in to Tshaka Figeoroa

Some got to grow up they blow up
And did you ever know a young brother who had shit up?
Rented some BMs, some Volvos, Benz
So much jewels I had to pass shit to my friends

But when down and out and are low
See how fast friends go when no cash flow
So I for the top, times are hard
Pushing moms, no pops, I had to get my own
I can wild out, but
I just to myself and Showbiz just hold his head

Wally
(Just ya head)
Dog
(Just ya head)
Kerry
(Just ya head)
My Chris
(Just ya head)

Hold ya head, that's what said
In of Koto Harris, the eulogy read
friend was laid to rest
This world is chaos, confusion and a big mess

But we got to striving
To leave town, get down but keep rising
the ghetto, not always ghetto minded
Some is striving, the finish they never find it

All of a sudden they life
From black on or harassed by white cops
Some went into to do time
take away your time, your freedom and your state of mind
So pay attention, are facts, black
it from the Giant 'cause I've been there and back

This is so take it
Stay on your path, and you will make it
I'm not trying to you what to do
Just ya head, and everything else will follow through

To
(Just ya head)
To K
(Just ya head)
My Kel
(Just ya head)
Big
(Just ya head)

Green light, that's go or I stop?
I'm not trying to get bagged by any cops
are you on dope or this is a joke?
The day you pull me over, searching for cracks and coke?

What's the problem, you know I'm
If you drove a fucking Nova you wouldn't have to pull
making me late, my papers is straight
Never hesitate to run a check and then let me

Take my business card, it's in my hand
You got the right motherfucker but the wrong goddamn
So me by or you wonder why
Niggas pull out their glock and point it between your eye

But I got my shit together, I never flip with the
And I always clever
I think and legit
I gotta big shouts to my peeps Kendu and Infinite

Brothers stare into my face like I'm a
It's too easy to kill another young
So I ignore it, I the other cheek
(Yo Show, you ain't got any time for these niggas, these is weak)

Some punks want to razors [Incomprehensible] for rocks
Packing a glock and I don't shoot
Young boys that they was ready, step to this
They made moves because that ass got rock steady

Down the line, far kind
Whip in behind, and still packing nothing but a
Back on the block, out on the
I recoup a Dre's scheme neat to make ends meet

But I can't live trife, shot, stabbed with a
I want kids and a wife, not 25 to
thoughts are dead
Showbiz is the man that hold his motherfucking head

To my man
(Just ya head)
To Mad
(Just ya head)
To
(Just ya head)
To Big
(Just ya head)

Yeah, even we can say rest in peace
To the brothers that ain't
It's never going to bring you back
So we got to love the ones that close to now
And I say and I say and we out AG, my man

I'd like to say what's up to my man
My man D-Smooth, my Cali Dog
Just to man, just hold ya motherfucking head
Word, 'cause we've been and we in here, out and we out