Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Holiday

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

If weren't for bad luck, hell, I guess that it's possible have
But when I think about it, where would I be my gun
How could I, get from the po-pos if, a nigga could run
And why was I, given a daughter when I always for a son
is crazy ain't it, sometimes I even think da same thang
I been waitin' on freedom to ring, hell, but a thang changed

And I my brotha in the struggle, Tata Head done lose his mother
And I'm thinking if I lose who gone raise my brothas
Not to be a thug, in school, don't use drugs
Who'll teach right from, show dem boys, true love
So I pray for betta days, face da bombs and da
And I put my guns and I pray for peace on Sundays
crazy 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, ain't comin' home today
Well a message from coast 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 thug

If it wasn't for, all these killings, all these conflicts in
Muslims, Jews, and Christians 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, yo books, konw all yo remixes to the Bible
What about a, for thugs, cureable drugs, and survival, huh

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

So many throughout 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 strong
Here's a message from coast to
when them thugs really need it the most, a thug holiday
Jus like, jus like, jus like a 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
it gets hard sometimes
But ya gotta ya head up, and be strong
Here's a message coast to coast
when them thugs really need it the most
A thug holiday, thug
we need it, gotta have it

Hmm mm, 'cause it gets here in these streets
You what I mean
In the
I'm out to all my thugs 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 coast to
When them thugs need it the most
A thug holiday, I said, "A thug holiday, hoilday"
We need it, we it