Luyện nghe bài hát Carry The Weight

Intro: Xzibit,

I really wish I could you at twenty-one
youknowhatI'msayin',he he, yo yo
tell you exactly why I do the things
I do, sayin']
Gotta carry the weight
Go
Yeah! I break it like this

Verse

You see I don't like to remenisce the past
The lower class, no livin' hand to mouth
Each and every wrong the police keep count
make it real fuckin' to get streched out
I was at the funeral when it all
You know the painful transition a boy to men
I lost of my mother at the age of nine
understand death nearly lost my mind
But see moves on and broke niggas can't change it
Age ten, new step family
at thirteen, I gettin' hair on my dick
And noticed me and my sister gettin' treated like shit
I would forever be hit with in reach
Then my father would proceed to go to church and
forgiveness, patience all the shit that he lacked
Gettin' jump when he and the head gat cracked
physical was in form of a slap
at the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit
of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrap
Left the on the ground with her eyes on black
Ran away from the house of and Nate
Into juvenile detention I built up hate
I remember the date of the judical debate
but legally I was now in custody of the

And wonder why I sit up in the club and drink
Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't
I'm trying to contemplate the next move to
find some way to release this hate

And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and
Say what's up to and I still don't speak
I'm trying to contemplate the next to make
Gotta find some way Xzibit the weight

Xzibit, [J-Ro]

[Yeah it's fucked up man]

Yo
[The you doin' in jail]
Insane man, I don't man, he he he
[Yeah wats goin' on down there, get out dude]
Yeah I be out in of weeks man

[It's man]
It's yo fuck that
popin' out here]
They can go on and on for
[I'm tellin' you it's man come home]

Two:

And that was worse the treatment I was gettin' at home
but only now I was fucked up plus all
My father all crazy to me over the phone
age sixteen now on my own
Started running with who carried gats cause they had too
with no hesitation lock load then you
a hastle we in a town of hicks
fuckin' all chicks
Sellin' rock by the
so we like we mothafuckin' Nino Brown
At the when the mothafuckin' man touched down
Screamin' demands "Let me see your goddamn (now)"
A.T.F. of handguns and contraban
we kept it in the house
So of we clounded
Only one pistol took us all down town
We be out by the end of the
gettin' on the strip let the system BOOM!
Who would assume Mr. QK chill with a wife
Ty and Matt bodies
Now they spend there life bars
catchin' scars that will not
niggas know the half about keepin' it real

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Like
this, like that
Yeah! gotta carry the
Like euh!
Bringin
Yeah! yeah! this
It's
Gotta the weight
that yo!
Like yo!