Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Holiday

Thug holiday, go you can cry it's alright baby
Everything gone be gravy later, 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
Everybody in the county jail, penn, and fed, check it out

If weren't for bad luck, hell, I guess it's possible have none
But when I about it, where 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 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 Head lose his mother
And I'm thinking if I lose 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, da bombs and da run-a-ways
And I put my guns away and I pray for on Sundays
crazy ain't it

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

If it wasn't for, all these killings, all these in religions
Muslims, Jews, and Christians would know
They are all God's
And there's only, one Him, plus ain't 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, konw all yo 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 history books, only one died was the
And let's point 'em out, responsible for Vietnam
And hold on, more, we had 2 World Wars
And, how come the judges make more the teachers is making
When they the one raising all the and got us fighting for education
is crazy ain't it

So many tears throughout the years, somebody tell me what's on
And so many lies but only God knows, the pain deep inside
It gets so hard, ya gotta keep ya up
I ya fed up but stay strong
Here's a message from coast to
when 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 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 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 in these streets
You know what I
In the
I'm callin' out to all my thugs in the
Do you hear I am saying? Hmm mm
Callin' my thugs from the ghetto, ghetto,
This song is dedicated to the ghetto, ghetto,

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