Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Ya Head

My homeboys in and Rikers Island
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 early in the mornin', mindstate so
Suckers fantasizin' pictures of a brother buried
Was it me, the weed or this I lead
If daytime is for suckers tonight we bleed

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

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

Come rush me to the of Heaven, let me picture for a while
How I lived for my days as a child, I now
How do we outlast, always get
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 young black brothers are dying
(Yes, you got to ya head)
Livin' fast, too

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

Exposed foes with my pocus flows they froze
Now suckers idolize my, blows
And mo' money mean litigatin, mo' hatin'
Got a cell at the pen for me waitin', is my fate?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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