Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Ya Head

My homeboys in Clinton and Rikers
All the
Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo,
All the prisoners
San Quentin, who can you, all the jail houses
I'm you

Yeah, one thug, one
You're to the sounds of one, thug
(How do we the music playing?)
One thug, one
You're 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 or this life I lead
If daytime is for suckers then tonight we

Out for all that, knowin' that world bring drawbacks
how I shiver once I deliver these raw raps.
Meet me at the cemetery dressed in
Tonight we, honor the dead, who won't be back

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

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

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

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

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

Miss me that misdemeanor thinkin', me fall back?
that, too much Tequila drinkin', we all that
Make understand me, if not I slang my posse
Everyone me is family 'cause everybody's got me

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

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

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

to raise my young nation in this world of greed
Currency means nothin' if you ain't free
Money breeds jealousy, take the game me
I for better days, trouble comes naturally

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

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

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

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

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