Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Holiday

Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry it's alright
gone be gravy 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 to my brother Hollywood, Lil' 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 have none
But when I think about it, where would I be my gun
How I, get away from the po-pos if, a nigga could run
And why was I, a daughter when I always prayed for a son
Life is crazy ain't it, sometimes I even da same thang
I waitin' on freedom to ring, hell, but ain't a thang changed

And I lost my brotha in the struggle, Tata Head 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 right from, dem boys, true love
So I pray for betta days, da bombs and da run-a-ways
And I put my guns and I pray for peace on Sundays
It's ain't it

like the soldiers, that ain't comin' home this year
Just like the fellas in prison, we you so much fa real
What about the children who ran away, that ain't home today
Well here's a message coast 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 like, a thug

If it wasn't for, all these killings, all conflicts in religions
Muslims, Jews, and Christians would know
are all God's children
And there's only, one Him, plus ain't of y'all confronted Him
We so in our own mind we wouldn't even know
God if we Him
And I, read yo books, 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 for Vietnam
And hold on, there's more, we had 2 Wars
And, how come the judges make than the teachers is making
When they the one raising all the taxes and got us fighting for
Life is ain't it

So tears throughout the years, somebody tell me what's goin' on
And so many lies but only God knows, about the pain inside
It gets so hard, ya keep ya head up
I know ya fed up but strong
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 a

is for my people in the ghetto
I'm out, I'm callin' out
To all my in the ghetto, callin' out
'Cause it hard sometimes
But ya keep ya head up, and be strong
Here's a message from to coast
Cause them thugs really need it the most
A holiday, thug holiday
we need 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 in the ghetto
Do you hear I am saying? Hmm mm
Callin' my thugs the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
song is dedicated to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

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