Luyện nghe bài hát Graves To Dig

They go one for the Prophet, two for
for the Khutbah from the Imam
Four for the that birthed my frame
Five for the father 'cause he me game

'round the world, songs are all the same
Sometimes when I'm asleep I still call name
when I was young I used to dream of fame
Now they all point fingers sayin' who's to blame

put their girls into pigtail curls
Fathers teach their sons how to shoot guns
They say, "Boy never cry control your emotions
take it like a man, make your stand"

They say, "Sex and violence go in hand"
For man blessed there got to be ten damned
Expand through the depths of space and
Standin' eyes blind on the firing line

to my man divine, come too far, singin'
"La illa Allah"
Twelve rakats short on my day's prayer
Just hoping the lord got some mercy to spare
go one for the Ummah, two for the deen

Three for the angels, for the alamin'
Somewhere totally obscene
And perfectly clean, got a Babylon
that need healin', truth need revealin'

Hands need washin' from all the dealin'
From the floor to the ceilin', the stage to the door
the kings and the queens and the slaves and the whores
For every lost cause where the are found

That funky little sound, make you want to get down
Somebody told me once, love makes the go round
Now kids they pistols out on the playground
That profound, gone too far, praying to the from a burned out star

Put your lights on, put your crosses
It's time to up your wins and your losses
They go one for La Rock, two for Pac and B.I.G.
And for all the mothers who got graves to dig

For all the who got graves to dig
For all the who got graves to dig