Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Ya Head

My homeboys in and Rikers Island
All the
Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo,
All the political
San Quentin, who can save you, all the jail
I'm you

Yeah, one thug, one
You're listenin' to the sounds of one,
(How do we keep the playing?)
One thug, one
listenin' to the sounds of
(How do we get ahead?)

I wake up in the mornin', mindstate so military
Suckers fantasizin' pictures of a young brother
Was it me, the weed or life I lead
If daytime is for suckers then we bleed

Out for all that, knowin' that world bring drawbacks
Look how I once I deliver these raw raps.
Meet me at the dressed in black
Tonight we, honor the dead, those who be back

So if I die, do the same for me, shed no
An Outlaw, thug in this game for years
Why worry, hope to God, get me high I'm buried
Knowin' deep inside a few love me

Come rush me to the gates of Heaven, let me for a while
How I lived for my as a child, I wonder now
How do we outlast, always get
Stay if we all mash, hold ya head

How do we keep the playing
(Yes, you got to ya head)
How do we get
(Hold head)
Too many young black brothers are
(Yes, you got to ya head)
Livin' fast, too

Yo, these felonies be prophecies beggin' me to stop
'Cause lawyers gettin' money every time they knock us
pockets lyrically, suckers flea when they notice
Switched my name to Makaveli, half the rap game

Exposed foes with my hocus pocus flows they
Now suckers my, chosen blows
And mo' money litigatin, mo' playa hatin'
Got a at the pen for me waitin', is this my fate?

Miss me with misdemeanor thinkin', me fall back?
Never that, too Tequila drinkin', we all that
Make them me, if not I slang my posse
with me is family 'cause everybody's got me

Watch me paint a perfect vision, life we livin'
Got us all meetin' up in
Last week I got a letter from my road dog, in blood
Saying, "Please show a playa love", hold ya head, it

How do we keep the music
(Yes, you got to ya head)
How do we get
(Hold head)
Too young black brothers are dying
(Yes, you got to ya head)
fast, too fast

The got me tweakin' in my mind, I'm thinkin'
God the child that can hold his own
Indeed, bleed when I hold my chrome
Let these words be the last to my seeds

Hope to my young nation in this world of greed
Currency means if you still ain't free
Money breeds jealousy, the game from me
I hope for better days, trouble naturally

Running authorities 'til they capture me
And my, aim is to mo' smiles than tears
Utilalize lessons learned from my years
Maybe Mama had it all right, yo' head

Tradin' conversation all night, the dead
To my homies I used to have that no longer roll
a brother at the crossroads
Plus nobody knows my soul, watchin' time
the glass of my drop top Rolls, hold ya head

How do we keep the music
(Yes, you got to ya head)
How do we get
(No matter how it get, feel me, come on)
(Hold head)

Too many young brothers are dying
(Get the weed, drink a drink, a book)
(Yes, you got to ya head)
Livin' fast, too
(Watch the stars, get pussy, whatever)

How do we keep the playing
(Yes, you got to ya head)
How do we get