Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Holiday

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

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

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

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

If it wasn't for, all these killings, all these conflicts in
Muslims, Jews, and Christians would that
are all God's children
And only, one Him, plus ain't 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 history books, one died was the Amerikans
And let's point 'em out, responsible for Vietnam
And on, there's more, we had 2 World Wars
And, how come the judges make more than the is making
they the one raising 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 many lies but only God knows, the pain deep inside
It gets so hard, ya gotta ya head up
I ya fed up but stay strong
a message from coast to coast
'Cause when them really need it the most, a thug holiday
Jus like, jus like, jus a thug holiday
Jus like, jus like, jus a

This is for my people in the
I'm out, I'm callin' 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 coast to
Cause when them really need it the most
A thug holiday, holiday
'Cause we 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 what I am saying? Hmm mm
Callin' my thugs from the ghetto, ghetto,
This song is to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

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