Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Ya Head

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

I'm on my way to the studio, it's the way that I know
How to play low
Punching keys Rocky Balboa
Saying rest in peace to Tshaka

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 narc
are you on dope or this is a joke?
The day you pull me over, searching for cracks and coke?

the problem, you know I'm sober?
If you drove a fucking you wouldn't have 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, in my left hand
You got the right motherfucker but the wrong plan
So pass me by or you why
Niggas pull out glock and point it right between your eye

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

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

Some punks want to split [Incomprehensible] for rocks
Packing a glock and I shoot blanks
Young that 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 still nothing but a nine
Back on the block, out on the
I a Dre's scheme real neat to make ends meet

But I can't trife, shot, stabbed with a knife
I kids and a wife, not 25 to life
thoughts 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, though we can say rest in peace
To the brothers that ain't
It's just going 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 Cali Dog
Just to everybody man, just hold ya motherfucking
Word, 'cause we've been and we in here, out and we out