Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Holiday

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

If weren't for bad luck, hell, I guess it's possible have none
But when I think 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
Life is crazy ain't it, sometimes I even think da thang
I been waitin' on freedom to ring, hell, but a thang changed

And I lost my brotha in the struggle, Tata done lose his mother
And I'm thinking if I mine who gone raise my brothas
Not to be a thug, in school, don't use drugs
Who'll teach them right from, show dem boys, love
So I pray for betta days, face da bombs and da
And I put my guns away and I pray for on Sundays
crazy ain't it

Just like the soldiers, ain't comin' home this year
Just like the fellas in prison, we miss you so fa real
What about the children who ran away, ain't comin' home today
Well a message from 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 for, all these killings, all these conflicts in religions
Muslims, Jews, and Christians would that
are all God's children
And there's only, one Him, plus none of y'all confronted Him
We so in our own mind 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

Let's add 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 Wars
And, how come the judges more than the teachers is making
When they the one raising all the taxes and got us fighting for
is crazy ain't it

So many tears throughout the years, somebody tell me what's on
And so many but only God knows, about the pain 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 need it the most, a thug holiday
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
it gets hard sometimes
But ya gotta keep ya head up, and be
a message from coast to coast
Cause when them thugs really it the most
A thug holiday, thug
'Cause we need it, gotta it

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

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