Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Holiday

Thug holiday, go you can cry it's alright baby
Everything gone be gravy later, right
Ah, this is the time when we take to remember
All the ones we lost 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, penn, and fed, check 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 away from the po-pos if, a nigga run
And why was I, a daughter 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 ain't a changed

And I lost my brotha in the struggle, Tata Head lose his mother
And I'm if I lose 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, face da bombs and da
And I put my guns and I pray for peace on Sundays
It's crazy it

Just like the soldiers, that ain't comin' home year
Just like the in prison, we miss you so much fa real
What about the children who ran away, that ain't home today
here's a message from 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 like, a holiday

If it for, all these killings, all these conflicts in religions
Muslims, Jews, and would know that
They are all God's
And there's only, one Him, plus ain't none of 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 a, verse 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 let's point 'em out, who's for Vietnam
And on, there's more, we had 2 World Wars
And, how come the make more than the teachers is making
When they the one raising all the and got us fighting for education
Life is ain't it

So many tears throughout the years, somebody me what's goin' on
And so many lies but only God knows, the pain deep inside
It so hard, ya gotta keep ya head up
I ya fed up but stay strong
Here's a message from to coast
'Cause when them really need 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 in the ghetto, callin' 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 thug holiday, holiday
'Cause we need it, gotta it

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

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