Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Holiday

Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry it's baby
gone be gravy later, that's right
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 dedicate to the struggle
Everybody in the jail, state penn, and fed, check it out

If weren't for bad luck, hell, I guess that it's possible none
But when I think about it, where I be without my gun
How could I, get from the po-pos if, a nigga could run
And why was I, given a daughter when I always 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 in the struggle, Tata Head done lose his mother
And I'm thinking if I lose who gone raise my brothas
Not to be a thug, stay in school, use drugs
Who'll them right from, show dem boys, true love
So I pray for days, face da bombs and da run-a-ways
And I put my guns away and I for peace on Sundays
It's ain't it

Just 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 comin' today
Well a message from coast to coast
'Cause when them thugs really need it the most, a holiday
Jus like, jus like, jus like, a holiday
Jus like, jus like, jus like, a holiday

If it wasn't for, all these killings, all these in religions
Muslims, Jews, and would know that
They are all God's
And there's only, one Him, plus 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, 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 point 'em out, who's responsible for Vietnam
And hold on, there's more, we had 2 Wars
And, how come the judges make more than the is making
When they the one raising all the taxes and got us for education
Life is crazy it

So many throughout the years, somebody tell me what's goin' on
And so many lies but only God knows, about the pain deep
It gets so hard, ya gotta ya head up
I ya fed up but stay 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
'Cause it gets hard
But ya gotta keep ya head up, and be
Here's a message coast to coast
Cause when them thugs really it the most
A thug holiday, holiday
we need it, gotta have it

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

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