Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Holiday

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

If weren't for bad luck, hell, I that it's possible have none
But when I think it, where would I be without my gun
How could I, get away from the po-pos if, a could run
And why was I, given a daughter I always prayed for a son
is crazy ain't 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, Head done lose his mother
And I'm if I lose mine who gone raise my brothas
Not to be a thug, stay in school, don't use
Who'll teach them right from, show dem boys, true
So I for betta days, face da bombs and da run-a-ways
And I put my guns away and I pray for peace on
crazy ain't it

Just like the soldiers, that ain't home this year
Just like the fellas in prison, we miss you so 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 really need it the most, a thug
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 only, one Him, plus ain't none 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, verse for thugs, drugs, and survival, huh

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

So many tears throughout the years, tell me what's goin' on
And so many lies but only God knows, about the pain deep
It so hard, ya gotta keep ya head up
I ya fed up but stay strong
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 thug
Jus like, jus like, jus a

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

Hmm mm, 'cause it gets hard here in these
You know 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 dedicated to the ghetto, ghetto,

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