Luyện nghe bài hát Carry The Weight

Intro: Xzibit,

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

Verse

You see I don't to remenisce about the past
The class, no clout livin' hand to mouth
Each and every wrong move the police keep
make it real fuckin' easy to get out
I was at the funeral it all began
You the painful transition from a boy to men
I lost of my mother at the age of nine
didn't understand death nearly lost my
But see life moves on and broke niggas can't it
Age ten, new family arrangement
at thirteen, I started gettin' on my dick
And noticed me and my sister were treated like shit
I would forever be hit with anything in
Then my would proceed to go to church and preach
forgiveness, patience all the shit that he lacked
Gettin' jump he said and the head gat cracked
contact was in form of a slap
at the age of Xzibit now hit back
of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrap
Left the bitch on the with her eyes on black
Ran away from the of Teresa and Nate
Into juvenile detention where I built up
I don't the date of the judical debate
but legally I was now in custody of the

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

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

Interlude: Xzibit,

[Yeah it's fucked up man]

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

[It's popin'
It's yo fuck that
[It's popin' out
can go on and on for that
[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 all alone
My father talkin' all crazy to me the phone
age sixteen now on my own
Started running with who carried gats cause they had too
with no lock load then blast you
a hastle we in a town of hicks
fuckin' all these
Sellin' rock by the
so we feelin' like we Nino Brown
At the house when the man touched down
Screamin' demands "Let me see goddamn hands (now)"
A.T.F. cause of handguns and
we never it in the house
So of course we
Only one pistol took us all down town
We be out by the end of the
gettin' drunk on the strip let the BOOM!
Who would assume Mr. QK would chill with a
Ty and caught bodies
Now they spend there life bars
catchin' that will not heal
niggas don't the half about keepin' it real

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