Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Holiday

Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry it's baby
Everything gone be gravy later, right
Ah, this is the time when we take 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
Everybody in the county jail, penn, and fed, check it out

If weren't for bad luck, hell, I that it's possible have none
But when I think it, where would I be without my gun
How could I, get away from the po-pos if, a nigga run
And why was I, given a daughter when I 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 brotha in the struggle, Tata Head lose his mother
And I'm thinking if I lose who gone raise my brothas
Not to be a thug, stay in school, don't use
Who'll teach them right from, show dem boys, true
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 crazy it

Just like the soldiers, that ain't comin' home year
Just like the in prison, we miss you so much fa real
What about the children who ran away, that ain't home today
Well here's a message from 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 like, a holiday

If it wasn't for, all these killings, all these in religions
Muslims, Jews, and Christians would that
They are all God's
And there's only, one Him, ain't none 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, 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, only one died was the
And point 'em out, who's responsible for Vietnam
And hold on, there's more, we had 2 Wars
And, how come the judges make more than the is making
When they the one raising all the and got us fighting for education
is crazy ain't it

So many tears throughout the years, somebody tell me what's on
And so lies but only God knows, about the pain deep inside
It gets so hard, ya gotta keep ya up
I ya fed up but stay strong
Here's a from coast to coast
'Cause when 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 in the ghetto, callin' out
'Cause it hard sometimes
But ya gotta ya head up, and be strong
Here's a message coast to coast
Cause when them thugs really it the most
A thug holiday, thug
'Cause we it, gotta have it

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

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