Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Ya Head

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

I'm on my way to the studio, it's the only way I know
How to play low
keys like Rocky Balboa
Saying in peace to Tshaka Figeoroa

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

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

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

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

But we got to striving
To leave town, get down but keep rising
From the ghetto, not always ghetto
Some is striving, the finish line they never 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, freedom and your state of mind
So pay attention, these are facts,
it from the Giant 'cause I've been there and back

This is advice so it
Stay on your path, and you will make it
I'm not trying to you what 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 trying to get bagged by any cops
What are you on or this is a joke?
The other day you me over, searching for cracks and coke?

the problem, you know I'm sober?
If you drove a fucking Nova you wouldn't to pull over
You're making me late, my papers is
Never to run a check and then let me skate

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

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

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

Some punks want to split [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 ass got rock steady

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

But I can't live trife, shot, with a knife
I want and a wife, not 25 to life
Negative are dead
Showbiz is the man that always hold his 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 ain't here
just 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 to say what's up to my man Icewater
My man D-Smooth, my brother Dog
Just to everybody man, hold ya motherfucking head
Word, 'cause we've there and we in here, out and we out