Luyện nghe bài hát Carry The Weight

Intro: Xzibit,

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

One:

You see I don't like to about the past
The lower class, no clout livin' to mouth
Each and wrong move the police keep count
make it real easy to get streched out
I was at the when it all began
You know the painful transition a boy to men
I sight of my mother at the age of nine
didn't understand death nearly my mind
But see life moves on and broke niggas change it
Age ten, new family arrangement
at thirteen, I started hair on my dick
And noticed me and my sister were gettin' treated shit
I would forever be hit anything in reach
Then my father would proceed to go to and preach
about forgiveness, patience all the that he lacked
Gettin' jump when he said and the gat cracked
physical contact was in form of a
at the age of fifteen now hit back
courtesy of my stepbrother, who me to scrap
Left the on the ground with her eyes on black
Ran away from the house of 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 wonder why I sit up in the and drink
Say what's up to and I still don't speak
I'm trying to the next move to make
find some way to release this hate

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

Xzibit, [J-Ro]

[Yeah it's fucked up man]

Yo
[The fuck you in jail]
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 man]
cool yo fuck that
[It's popin' out
can go on and on for that
[I'm you it's popin' man come home]

Verse

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

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