Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Holiday

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

If weren't for bad luck, hell, I guess that it's have none
But when I think about it, where would I be my gun
How could I, get away from the po-pos if, a could run
And why was I, given a when I always prayed for a son
Life is crazy ain't it, sometimes I think da same thang
I been waitin' on freedom to ring, hell, but ain't a thang

And I lost my in the struggle, Tata Head done 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 right from, show dem boys, love
So I pray for betta days, face da and da run-a-ways
And I put my away and I pray for peace on Sundays
It's ain't it

Just like the soldiers, that ain't home this year
like the fellas in prison, we miss you so much fa real
What about the children who ran away, that ain't home today
Well a message from coast to coast
'Cause them 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 conflicts in religions
Muslims, Jews, and Christians would 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 even know
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

add some chapters, name 'em Martin, Malcolm and Farrakhan
In all my history books, one died was the Amerikans
And let's point 'em out, who's 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 all the taxes and got us fighting for education
Life is ain't it

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

This is for my in the ghetto
I'm out, I'm callin' out
To all my thugs in the ghetto, out
'Cause it gets hard
But ya keep ya head up, and be strong
Here's a message from to coast
Cause them thugs really need it the most
A thug holiday, thug
'Cause we need it, have it

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

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