Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Ya Head

Once again back with my friends
Diamond's beats are fat just like a
the Giant is great, but I should also mention
Lord Finesse, the Funky Technician

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

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

But down and out and pockets are low
See how fast friends go there's no cash flow
So I for the top, times are hard
moms, no pops, I had to get my own props
I can out, but instead
I just keep to myself and Showbiz just his head

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

Hold ya head, what Showbiz said
In of Koto Harris, the eulogy read
Another friend was to rest
This is just chaos, confusion and a big mess

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

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

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

What's the problem, you know I'm
If you drove a fucking Nova you have to pull over
You're making me late, my papers is
hesitate to run a check and then let me skate

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

But I got my shit together, I never with the weather
And I think clever
I think positive and
I gotta give big shouts to my Kendu and Infinite

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

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

the line, far from kind
Whip in behind, and packing nothing but a nine
on the block, out on the streets
I recoup a Dre's scheme real to make ends meet

But I can't live trife, shot, with a knife
I want and a wife, not 25 to life
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 rest in
To the brothers that here
It's just never to bring you back
So we got to the ones that 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 brother Dog
to everybody man, just hold ya motherfucking head
Word, 'cause been there and we in here, out and we out