Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Holiday

Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry alright baby
gone be gravy later, that's right
Ah, this is the time when we take time to
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 dedicate this to the
in the county jail, state penn, and fed, check 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 away the po-pos if, a nigga could run
And why was I, given a daughter 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 lost my brotha in the struggle, Tata done lose his mother
And I'm thinking if I lose mine who raise my brothas
Not to be a thug, in school, don't use drugs
Who'll teach right from, show dem boys, true love
So I pray for betta days, face da and da run-a-ways
And I put my guns away and I pray for on Sundays
It's ain't it

Just the soldiers, that ain't comin' home this year
like the fellas in prison, we miss you so much fa real
What about the who ran away, that ain't comin' home today
here's a message from coast to coast
'Cause when them 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 these conflicts in
Muslims, Jews, and Christians would that
They are all 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 a, verse for thugs, cureable drugs, and survival, huh

Let's add some chapters, name 'em Martin, 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, more, we had 2 World 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
Life is ain't it

So many throughout the years, somebody tell me what's goin' on
And so many lies but God knows, about the pain deep inside
It gets so hard, ya gotta keep ya up
I know ya fed up but stay
Here's a message coast 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 up, and be strong
a message from coast to coast
Cause them thugs really need it the most
A thug holiday, holiday
'Cause we 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 in the ghetto
Do you hear what I am Hmm mm
my thugs from the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
This song is dedicated to the ghetto, ghetto,

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