Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Holiday

Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry it's alright
Everything be gravy later, that's right
Ah, this is the time when we take to remember
All the loved we lost in the struggle you know
I this to my brother Hollywood, Lil' Toby, Bam
My dog Itchy and Lil Trav, I dedicate this to the
Everybody in the 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 about it, where I be without my gun
How could I, get away from the po-pos if, a could run
And why was I, given a when I always prayed for a son
Life is crazy ain't it, sometimes I even da same thang
I been waitin' on to ring, hell, but ain't a thang changed

And I my brotha in the struggle, Tata Head done lose his mother
And I'm if I lose mine 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 betta days, face da and da run-a-ways
And I put my away and I pray for peace on Sundays
crazy ain't it

Just like the soldiers, that ain't comin' home year
Just the fellas in prison, we miss 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 thug
Jus like, jus like, jus like, a holiday
Jus like, jus like, jus like, a holiday

If it for, all these killings, all these conflicts in religions
Muslims, Jews, and would know that
are all God's children
And there's only, one Him, plus ain't of y'all confronted Him
We so in our own mind we wouldn't even know
God if we Him
And I, read yo books, all yo remixes to the Bible
What a, verse for thugs, cureable drugs, and survival, huh

Let's add chapters, name 'em Martin, Malcolm 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 Wars
And, how come the judges more than the teachers is making
When they the one all the taxes and got us fighting for education
Life is ain't 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 so hard, ya gotta keep ya head up
I know ya fed up but strong
Here's a from coast to coast
'Cause when them thugs need it the most, a thug holiday
Jus like, jus like, jus a thug holiday
Jus like, jus like, jus a

is for my people 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 keep ya head up, and be
Here's a from coast to coast
Cause when thugs really need it the most
A thug holiday, holiday
'Cause we it, gotta have it

Hmm mm, 'cause it hard here in these streets
You what I mean
In the
I'm out to all my thugs in the ghetto
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 to coast
When them really need it the most
A holiday, I said, "A thug holiday, thug hoilday"
We it, we need it