Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Holiday

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

If weren't for bad luck, hell, I that it's possible have none
But I think about it, where would I be without my gun
How could I, get from the po-pos if, a nigga could run
And why was I, a daughter when I always prayed for a son
is crazy ain't it, sometimes I even think da same thang
I waitin' on freedom to ring, hell, but ain't a thang changed

And I my brotha in the struggle, Tata Head done lose 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, dem boys, true love
So I pray for betta days, face da bombs and da
And I put my guns away and I for peace on Sundays
It's ain't it

Just like the soldiers, that ain't comin' home this
like the fellas in prison, we miss you so much fa real
What about the children who ran away, that comin' home today
Well here's a message from to coast
'Cause when them really need it the most, a thug holiday
Jus like, jus like, jus like, a holiday
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
are all God's children
And there's only, one Him, plus ain't of y'all 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 a, verse for thugs, cureable drugs, and survival, huh

Let's add some chapters, name 'em Martin, Malcolm and
In all my history books, only one was the Amerikans
And point 'em out, who's responsible for Vietnam
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
is crazy ain't it

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

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

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

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