Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Holiday

Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry it's alright
Everything be gravy later, that's right
Ah, is the time when we take time to remember
All the loved we lost in the struggle you know
I this to my brother Hollywood, Lil' Toby, Bam
My dog and Lil Trav, I dedicate this to the struggle
Everybody in the jail, state penn, and fed, check it out

If weren't for bad luck, hell, I guess that it's have none
But when I think about it, would I be without my gun
How could I, get away from the po-pos if, a nigga run
And why was I, given a when I always prayed for a son
Life is crazy ain't it, I even think da same thang
I waitin' on freedom to ring, hell, but ain't a thang changed

And I lost my brotha in the struggle, Tata Head done lose his
And I'm thinking if I lose mine who gone raise my
Not to be a thug, stay in school, don't use
Who'll teach them from, show dem boys, true love
So I pray for days, face da bombs and da run-a-ways
And I put my away and I pray for peace on Sundays
It's ain't it

Just like the soldiers, that ain't comin' home year
Just the fellas in prison, we miss you so much fa real
What about the children who ran away, that ain't comin' home
Well here's a message from to coast
'Cause when them thugs really it the most, a thug holiday
Jus like, jus like, jus like, a holiday
Jus like, jus like, jus like, a holiday

If it for, all these killings, all these conflicts in religions
Muslims, Jews, and would know that
They are all God's
And there's only, one Him, plus ain't of y'all confronted Him
We so blind in our own we wouldn't even know
God if we Him
And I, read yo books, all yo remixes to the Bible
What about a, for thugs, cureable drugs, and survival, huh

add some chapters, name 'em Martin, Malcolm and Farrakhan
In all my history books, only one died was the
And let's point 'em out, who's for Vietnam
And hold on, more, we had 2 World Wars
And, how come the judges make more the teachers is making
When they the one all the taxes and got us fighting for education
Life is ain't it

So many tears the years, somebody tell me what's goin' on
And so lies but only God knows, about the pain deep inside
It gets so hard, ya keep ya head up
I know ya fed up but stay
Here's a message from to coast
'Cause when them thugs need it the most, a thug holiday
Jus like, jus like, jus a thug holiday
Jus like, jus like, jus a

is for my people in the ghetto
I'm callin' out, I'm out
To all my in the ghetto, callin' out
it gets hard sometimes
But ya gotta ya head up, and be strong
Here's a message from to coast
Cause when them thugs need it the most
A thug holiday, thug
we need it, gotta have it

Hmm mm, 'cause it gets hard here in these
You know what I
In the
I'm callin' out to all my in the ghetto
Do you hear I am saying? Hmm mm
my thugs from the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
This song is dedicated to the ghetto, ghetto,

A message from to coast
When them thugs really it the most
A thug holiday, I said, "A holiday, thug hoilday"
We need it, we it