Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Holiday

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

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

And I lost my 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 teach right 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
It's ain't it

Just like the soldiers, that comin' home this year
Just like the in prison, we miss you so much fa real
What about the children who ran away, that 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 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 that
They are all God's
And there's only, one Him, plus ain't none of confronted Him
We so blind in our own mind we 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 some chapters, 'em Martin, Malcolm and Farrakhan
In all my books, only 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 come the judges more than the teachers is making
When they the one raising all the taxes and got us for education
Life is ain't it

So many tears throughout the years, somebody me what's goin' on
And so many 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 from coast to coast
when them thugs really 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 thugs in the ghetto, out
'Cause it hard sometimes
But ya keep ya head up, and be strong
a message from coast to coast
Cause them thugs really need it the most
A thug holiday, thug
we need it, gotta have it

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

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