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 time when we take time to
All the loved we lost in the struggle you know
I dedicate this to my brother Hollywood, Toby, Bam
My dog Itchy and Lil Trav, I this to the struggle
Everybody in the jail, state penn, and fed, check it out

If for bad luck, hell, I guess that it's possible have none
But I think about 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, a daughter when I always prayed for a son
Life is crazy it, sometimes I even think da same thang
I been waitin' on freedom to ring, hell, but ain't a thang

And I lost my brotha in the struggle, Tata Head done lose his
And I'm thinking if I lose mine who raise my brothas
Not to be a thug, stay in school, 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 peace on
It's ain't it

like the soldiers, that ain't comin' home this year
Just like the in prison, we miss you so much fa real
What about the who ran away, that ain't comin' home today
Well a message from coast to coast
'Cause when 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 killings, all these conflicts in religions
Muslims, Jews, and Christians would know
They are all children
And there's only, one Him, plus ain't of y'all confronted Him
We so blind in our own mind we even know
God if we Him
And I, read yo books, konw all yo to the Bible
What about a, verse for thugs, drugs, and survival, huh

Let's add some chapters, name 'em Martin, and Farrakhan
In all my history books, one died was the Amerikans
And let's point 'em out, who's for Vietnam
And hold on, there's more, we had 2 World
And, how the judges make more than the teachers is making
When they the one raising all the taxes and got us fighting for
Life is crazy it

So many tears 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 keep ya up
I know ya fed up but stay
Here's a message from coast to
'Cause them thugs really need it the most, a thug holiday
Jus like, jus like, jus like a holiday
Jus like, jus like, jus a

This is for my in the ghetto
I'm out, I'm callin' out
To all my in the ghetto, callin' out
'Cause it gets hard
But ya gotta keep ya up, and be strong
Here's a message from to coast
Cause when them thugs need it the most
A thug holiday, thug
'Cause we need it, have it

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

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