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

I up early in the mornin', mindstate so military
Suckers fantasizin' pictures of a brother buried
Was it me, the weed or this life I
If daytime is for suckers tonight we bleed

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

So if I die, do the for me, shed no tears
An Outlaw, thug in this game for years
Why worry, hope to God, get me high when I'm
Knowin' inside only a few love 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, always get
Stay strong if we all mash, ya head

How do we the music playing
(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 like prophecies me to stop
'Cause lawyers gettin' money every time they knock us
Snatchin' pockets lyrically, suckers flea when they
Switched my name to Makaveli, the rap game closed

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

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

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

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)
Livin' fast, too

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

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

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

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

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