Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Ya Head

My homeboys in and Rikers Island
All the
Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo,
All the political
San Quentin, who can save you, all the houses
I'm you

Yeah, one thug, one
You're listenin' to the sounds of one,
(How do we the music playing?)
One thug, one
You're to the sounds of
(How do we get ahead?)

I wake up early in the mornin', mindstate so
Suckers fantasizin' of a young brother buried
Was it me, the weed or this I lead
If daytime is for suckers tonight we bleed

Out for all that, knowin' this world bring drawbacks
Look how I shiver once I these raw raps.
Meet me at the cemetery in black
we, honor the dead, those who won't be back

So if I die, do the for me, shed no tears
An Outlaw, thug livin' in this game for
Why worry, hope to God, get me high I'm buried
Knowin' deep only a few love me

Come rush me to the gates of Heaven, let me picture for a
How I lived for my as a child, I wonder now
How do we outlast, always get
strong if we all mash, hold ya head

How do we keep the playing
(Yes, you got to ya head)
How do we get
(Hold head)
Too many young black are dying
(Yes, you got to ya head)
Livin' fast, too

Yo, these felonies be prophecies beggin' me to stop
'Cause these lawyers gettin' every time they knock us
Snatchin' pockets lyrically, suckers flea when notice
Switched my to Makaveli, half the rap game closed

Exposed with my hocus pocus flows they froze
Now suckers my, chosen blows
And mo' mean litigatin, mo' playa hatin'
Got a at the pen for me waitin', is this my fate?

Miss me with that misdemeanor thinkin', me back?
Never that, too much drinkin', we all that
Make them understand me, if not I slang my
Everyone with me is family everybody's got me

Watch me paint a perfect vision, life we livin'
Got us all meetin' up in
week I got a letter from my road dog, written in blood
Saying, "Please show a playa love", ya head, hold it

How do we keep the playing
(Yes, you got to ya head)
How do we get
(Hold head)
Too many young black are dying
(Yes, you got to ya head)
Livin' fast, too

The weed got me in my mind, I'm thinkin'
God the child that can hold his own
Indeed, enemies bleed when I hold my
Let these words be the last to my unborn

Hope to raise my young in this world of greed
Currency nothin' if you still ain't free
Money jealousy, take the game from me
I hope for better days, comes naturally

Running from 'til they capture me
And my, aim is to spread mo' than tears
Utilalize lessons learned from my years
Maybe Mama had it all right, rest yo'

conversation all night, bless the dead
To my homies that I used to have no longer roll
Catch a brother at the
Plus nobody knows my soul, watchin' time
Through the of my drop top Rolls, hold ya head

How do we the music playing
(Yes, you got to ya head)
How do we get
(No matter how it get, feel me, come on)
(Hold head)

Too many young black brothers are
(Get the weed, drink a drink, a book)
(Yes, you got to ya head)
fast, too fast
(Watch the stars, get pussy, whatever)

How do we keep the playing
(Yes, you got to ya head)
How do we get