Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Holiday

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

If weren't for bad luck, hell, I guess it's possible have none
But when I think it, where 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 daughter I always prayed for a son
Life is crazy it, sometimes I even think da same thang
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 mine who gone raise my brothas
Not to be a thug, stay in school, use drugs
Who'll teach them right from, show dem boys, love
So I pray for betta days, da bombs and da run-a-ways
And I put my away and I pray for peace on Sundays
crazy ain't it

Just like the soldiers, that comin' home this year
Just the fellas in prison, we miss you so much fa real
What about the children who ran away, that ain't comin' today
Well here's a message coast to coast
'Cause when them thugs 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
They are all children
And there's only, one Him, plus ain't none of confronted Him
We so blind in our own mind we even know
God if we Him
And I, read yo books, all yo remixes to the Bible
What about a, verse for thugs, drugs, and survival, huh

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

So many tears throughout the years, somebody tell me what's on
And so many lies but only God knows, the pain deep inside
It so hard, ya gotta keep ya head up
I know ya fed up but stay
Here's a 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 a

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

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

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