Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Holiday

Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry it's baby
Everything be gravy later, that's right
Ah, this is the time we take time to remember
All the loved ones we lost in the you know
I this to my brother 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 weren't for bad luck, hell, I guess that it's have none
But when I think about it, where 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, sometimes I even think da thang
I been waitin' on freedom to ring, hell, but a thang changed

And I lost my brotha in the struggle, Head done lose his mother
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 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
crazy ain't it

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

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

Let's add chapters, name 'em Martin, Malcolm and Farrakhan
In all my history books, only one was the Amerikans
And point 'em out, who's responsible for Vietnam
And hold on, more, we had 2 World Wars
And, how come the make more than 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 throughout the years, tell me what's goin' 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 strong
Here's a message coast to coast
'Cause them thugs really need it the most, a thug holiday
Jus like, jus like, jus like a holiday
Jus like, jus like, jus a

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

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

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