Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Holiday

Thug holiday, go you can cry it's alright baby
Everything gone be later, that's right
Ah, this is the 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 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 that it's possible none
But when I about it, where would I be without my gun
How could I, get away from the if, a nigga could run
And why was I, given a daughter I always prayed for a son
Life is crazy ain't it, sometimes I think da same thang
I waitin' on freedom to ring, hell, but ain't a thang changed

And I lost my in the struggle, Tata 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, use drugs
Who'll teach them from, show dem boys, true love
So I pray for days, face da bombs and da run-a-ways
And I put my guns away and I pray for on Sundays
It's crazy it

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

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

So many tears throughout the years, somebody tell me goin' on
And so many lies but only God knows, about the pain deep
It so hard, ya gotta keep ya head up
I know ya fed up but stay
Here's a message from to coast
'Cause 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 thugs in the ghetto, out
'Cause it hard sometimes
But ya gotta keep ya head up, and be
Here's a message coast to coast
Cause when them thugs need it the most
A thug holiday, thug
'Cause we need it, have it

Hmm mm, 'cause it gets here 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
Callin' my thugs from the ghetto, ghetto,
This is dedicated to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

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