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 time when we time to remember
All the ones we lost in the struggle you know
I this to my brother Hollywood, Lil' Toby, Bam
My dog Itchy and Lil Trav, I this to the struggle
in the county jail, state penn, and fed, check it out

If weren't for bad luck, hell, I guess that possible have none
But when I think about it, where would I be my gun
How could I, get away 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 da same thang
I been waitin' on freedom to ring, hell, but ain't a thang

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

Just like the soldiers, that ain't comin' home this
Just like the fellas in prison, we you so much fa real
What about the children who ran away, ain't comin' home today
Well here's a message 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 wasn't for, all killings, all these conflicts in religions
Muslims, Jews, and would know 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, konw all yo to the Bible
What about a, 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 point '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
When they the one raising all the and got us fighting for education
is crazy ain't it

So many tears the years, somebody tell me what's goin' on
And so many but only God knows, about the pain deep inside
It gets so hard, ya keep ya head up
I know ya fed up but stay
Here's a message coast to coast
'Cause when them thugs really it the most, a thug holiday
Jus like, jus like, jus a thug holiday
Jus like, jus like, jus a

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

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

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