Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Ya Head

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

I'm on my way to the studio, it's the only way that I
How to play low
Punching keys Rocky 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, some
So jewels I had to pass shit down to my friends

But down and out and pockets 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 keep to myself and Showbiz hold his head

World
(Just ya head)
Dog
(Just ya head)
Kerry
(Just ya head)
My cousin
(Just ya head)

ya head, that's what Showbiz said
In memory of Harris, the eulogy read
Another friend was laid to
This world is just chaos, and a big mess

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

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

is advice so take it
Stay strong on path, and you will make it
I'm not trying to tell you to do
Just hold ya head, and everything 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 should I
I'm not to get bagged by any narc cops
What are you on or this is a joke?
The other day you pull me over, for cracks and coke?

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

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

But I got my shit together, I flip with the weather
And I always think
I think positive and
I gotta big shouts to my peeps Kendu and Infinite

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

Some punks want to razors [Incomprehensible] for rocks
Packing a glock and I shoot blanks
Young boys that thought they was ready, step to
They made wrong moves because ass got rock steady

the line, far from kind
Whip in behind, and still packing but a nine
on the block, out on the streets
I recoup a scheme real neat to make ends meet

But I can't trife, shot, stabbed with a knife
I want kids and a wife, not 25 to
Negative thoughts are
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 though we can say in peace
To the brothers that ain't
It's just going to bring you back
So we got to love the ones you're close to now
And I say and I say and we out AG, my man

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