Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Holiday

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

If weren't for bad luck, hell, I guess that it's possible none
But when I think about it, would I be without my gun
How I, get away from the po-pos if, a nigga could 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 been waitin' on freedom to ring, hell, but ain't a changed

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

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

If it wasn't for, all killings, all these conflicts in religions
Muslims, Jews, and Christians would know
They are all children
And there's only, one Him, plus none of y'all confronted Him
We so in our own mind we wouldn't even know
God if we Him
And I, read yo books, all yo remixes to the Bible
about a, verse for thugs, cureable drugs, and survival, huh

Let's add some chapters, name 'em Martin, and Farrakhan
In all my books, only one died was the Amerikans
And let's point 'em out, who's for Vietnam
And hold on, there's more, we had 2 World
And, how the judges make more than the teachers is making
When they the one raising all the and got us fighting for education
Life is crazy it

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

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

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

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