Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Ya Head

Once again back again with my
beats are fat just like 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 way that I know
How to down low
Punching like Rocky Balboa
Saying rest in peace to Tshaka

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 I had to pass shit down to my friends

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

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

ya head, that's what Showbiz said
In memory of Koto Harris, the eulogy
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 always ghetto
Some is striving, the line they never find it

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

This is so take it
Stay strong on your path, and you will it
I'm not to tell 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)

light, that's go or should I stop?
I'm not trying to get bagged by any cops
What are you on dope or this is a
The day you pull 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 is straight
Never to run a check and then let me skate

Take my business card, it's in my left
You got the right but the wrong goddamn plan
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 think clever
I positive and legit
I give big shouts to my peeps Kendu and Infinite

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

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

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

But I can't trife, shot, stabbed with a knife
I kids 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 though we can say rest in
To the brothers that ain't
It's just never to bring you back
So we got to love the ones that you're 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 brother Dog
Just to everybody man, hold ya motherfucking head
Word, 'cause been there and we in here, out and we out