Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Holiday

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

If weren't for bad luck, hell, I guess that it's have none
But when I think it, where would I be without my gun
How could I, get away from the if, a nigga could run
And why was I, given a daughter when I always for a son
Life is crazy ain't it, sometimes I even think da thang
I been waitin' on freedom to ring, hell, but a thang changed

And I lost my brotha in the struggle, Tata done lose his mother
And I'm thinking if I lose mine who gone my brothas
Not to be a thug, in school, don't use drugs
Who'll teach them from, show dem boys, true love
So I for betta days, face da bombs and da run-a-ways
And I put my guns away and I pray for peace on
crazy ain't it

Just like the soldiers, that ain't comin' this year
Just like the fellas in prison, we miss you so fa real
about the children who ran away, that ain't comin' home today
Well here's a message coast to coast
'Cause when them thugs need it the most, a thug holiday
Jus like, jus like, jus like, a holiday
Jus like, jus like, jus like, a thug

If it wasn't for, all these killings, all these in religions
Muslims, Jews, and Christians would know
are all God's children
And there's only, one Him, plus ain't none of 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 a, verse for thugs, cureable drugs, and survival, huh

Let's add chapters, name 'em Martin, Malcolm and Farrakhan
In all my books, only one died was the Amerikans
And let's 'em out, who's responsible for Vietnam
And hold on, there's more, we had 2 Wars
And, how come the judges make than the teachers is making
When they the one raising all the taxes and got us for education
is crazy ain't it

So many tears throughout the years, tell me what's goin' on
And so many but only 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 message coast to coast
'Cause when thugs really need it the most, a thug holiday
Jus like, jus like, jus like a thug
Jus like, jus like, jus a

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

Hmm mm, 'cause it gets hard here in streets
You know I mean
In the
I'm out to all my thugs in the ghetto
Do you hear I am saying? Hmm mm
Callin' my from the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
song is dedicated to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

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