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 when we take time to remember
All the loved ones we lost in the struggle you
I this 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 that it's possible have
But when I think it, where would I be without my gun
How I, get away from the po-pos if, a nigga could run
And why was I, given a when I always prayed for a son
is crazy ain't it, sometimes I even think da same thang
I been on freedom 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 thinking if I mine who gone raise my brothas
Not to be a thug, in school, don't use drugs
Who'll teach them from, show dem boys, true love
So I pray for betta days, face da bombs and da
And I put my guns and I pray for peace on Sundays
crazy ain't it

Just like the soldiers, that ain't home this year
Just like the fellas in prison, we miss you so much fa
What about the who ran away, that ain't comin' home today
Well here's a message from coast to
'Cause when thugs really need it the most, a thug holiday
Jus like, jus like, jus like, a holiday
Jus like, jus like, jus like, a thug

If it wasn't for, all these killings, all conflicts in religions
Muslims, Jews, and would know that
are all God's children
And there's only, one Him, plus ain't none of y'all Him
We so blind in our own mind we wouldn't know
God if we Him
And I, read yo books, konw all yo remixes to the
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, only one was the Amerikans
And point 'em out, who's responsible for Vietnam
And hold on, there's more, we had 2 Wars
And, how the judges make more than the teachers is making
When they the one raising all the and got us fighting 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 deep inside
It so hard, ya gotta keep ya head up
I know ya fed up but stay
a message from coast to coast
'Cause when them thugs really need it the most, a thug
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
'Cause it gets hard
But ya gotta keep ya head up, and be
Here's a message from to coast
Cause when them thugs really it the most
A holiday, thug holiday
'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 in the ghetto
Do you hear I am saying? Hmm mm
Callin' my thugs the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
This song is dedicated to the ghetto, ghetto,

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