Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Holiday

Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry it's alright
Everything gone be gravy later, that's
Ah, this is the time when we take time to
All the loved ones we lost in the struggle you
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, state penn, and fed, it out

If weren't for bad luck, hell, I guess that it's possible have
But I think about it, where would I be without my gun
How could I, get away from the po-pos if, a nigga run
And why was I, given a daughter when I prayed for a son
Life is crazy ain't it, sometimes I even think da same
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 lose mine who gone raise my
Not to be a thug, stay in school, don't use
Who'll teach them from, show dem boys, true love
So I pray for betta days, face da bombs and da
And I put my guns away and I pray for peace on
crazy 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, ain't comin' home today
Well here's a from coast 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
They are all children
And there's only, one Him, plus ain't none of y'all 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
about a, verse for thugs, cureable drugs, and survival, huh

Let's add some chapters, name 'em Martin, Malcolm and
In all my books, only one died was the Amerikans
And let's '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 taxes and got us for education
Life is ain't it

So many tears 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 gotta ya head up
I know ya fed up but strong
Here's a message from to coast
when them thugs really need it the most, a thug holiday
Jus like, jus like, jus like a thug
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 ya head up, and be strong
a message from coast to coast
Cause when them thugs need it the most
A holiday, thug holiday
we need it, gotta have it

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

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