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 time when we take 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 this to the
in the county jail, state penn, and fed, check it out

If for bad luck, hell, I guess that it's possible have none
But when I think about it, where I be without my gun
How could I, get away from the if, a nigga could run
And why was I, a daughter when I always prayed for a son
Life is crazy ain't it, sometimes I even think da same
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, 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 peace on
It's crazy it

Just like the soldiers, ain't comin' home this year
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 for, all these killings, all these conflicts in religions
Muslims, Jews, and Christians know that
They are all children
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 about a, verse for thugs, drugs, and survival, huh

Let's add some chapters, name 'em Martin, 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 make more than the teachers is making
When they the one raising all the taxes and got us fighting for
is crazy ain't it

So many tears throughout the years, tell me what's goin' on
And so many lies but only God knows, the pain deep inside
It gets so hard, ya keep ya head up
I ya fed up but stay strong
Here's a message coast to coast
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

is for my people in the ghetto
I'm callin' out, I'm out
To all my thugs in the ghetto, out
it gets hard sometimes
But ya keep ya head up, and be strong
a message 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 gets hard in these streets
You what I mean
In the
I'm out to all my thugs in the ghetto
Do you what I am saying? Hmm mm
Callin' my from the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
This is dedicated to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

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