Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Holiday

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

If weren't for bad luck, hell, I that it's possible have none
But when I think about it, would I be without my gun
How could I, get away from the po-pos if, a nigga run
And why was I, given a daughter when I 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 lost my brotha in the struggle, Tata Head done his mother
And I'm thinking if I mine who gone raise my brothas
Not to be a thug, stay in school, don't use
Who'll teach them right from, show dem boys, true
So I pray for betta days, face da bombs and da
And I put my guns away and I 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 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 thugs 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, ain't none of y'all confronted Him
We so blind in our own mind we wouldn't even
God if we Him
And I, read yo books, all yo remixes to the Bible
What about a, verse for thugs, drugs, and survival, huh

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

So tears throughout the years, somebody tell me what's goin' on
And so lies but only God knows, about the pain deep inside
It gets so hard, ya gotta keep ya up
I know ya fed up but strong
Here's a message from coast to
'Cause when them thugs really need it the most, a holiday
Jus like, jus like, jus like a 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 ya head up, and be strong
Here's a message from coast to
Cause when them thugs really it the most
A holiday, thug holiday
'Cause we it, gotta have it

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

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