Luyện nghe bài hát Carry The Weight

Intro: Xzibit,

I wish I could you know at twenty-one
youknowhatI'msayin',he he, yo yo
tell you exactly why I do the things
I do, youknowhatI'm
carry the weight youknowhatI'msayin'
Go
Yeah! I it down like this

Verse

You see I don't like to remenisce about the
The lower class, no clout livin' hand to
and every wrong move the police keep count
make it real easy to get streched out
I was at the funeral it all began
You know the painful from a boy to men
I lost sight of my mother at the age of
didn't understand death lost my mind
But see life moves on and broke niggas change it
Age ten, new family arrangement
at thirteen, I gettin' hair on my dick
And noticed me and my sister were treated like shit
I would forever be hit anything in reach
Then my father proceed to go to church and preach
about forgiveness, patience all the that he lacked
Gettin' jump when he said and the head gat
physical contact was in of a slap
at the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit
courtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to
the bitch on the ground with her eyes on black
Ran from the house of Teresa and Nate
Into juvenile detention I built up hate
I remember the date of the judical debate
but I was now in custody of the state

And niggas why I sit up in the club and drink
Say up to Xzibit and I still don't speak
I'm trying to the next move to make
Gotta some way to release this hate

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

Xzibit, [J-Ro]

[Yeah it's up though man]

Yo
[The fuck you doin' in
man, I don't know man, he he he
[Yeah wats goin' on there, gotta get out dude]
Yeah I be out in couple of man

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

Two:

And that was worse the treatment I was gettin' at home
but now I was fucked up plus all alone
My father talkin' all crazy to me the phone
Turned age now on my own
Started running with cats who carried gats they had too
with no lock load then blast you
Without a we in a town of hicks
fuckin' all these
rock by the bricks
so we like we mothafuckin' Nino Brown
At the when the mothafuckin' man touched down
demands "Let me see your goddamn hands (now)"
A.T.F. of handguns and contraban
we never it in the house
So of we clounded
Only found one pistol took us all town
We be out by the end of the
drunk on the strip let the system BOOM!
Who would assume Mr. QK would with a wife
Ty and Matt caught
Now they spend life behind bars
catchin' scars that will not
niggas don't know the half keepin' it real

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