Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Holiday

Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry alright baby
Everything gone be later, that's right
Ah, this is the time when we take time to
All the loved ones we lost in the you know
I dedicate this to my Hollywood, Lil' Toby, Bam
My dog Itchy and Lil Trav, I this to the struggle
in the county jail, state penn, and fed, check it out

If weren't for bad luck, hell, I guess that it's possible none
But when I think it, where would I be without my gun
How could I, get away from the po-pos if, a could run
And why was I, given a daughter when I prayed for a son
Life is crazy it, sometimes I even think da same thang
I been waitin' on freedom to ring, hell, but ain't a changed

And I lost my brotha in the struggle, Tata Head lose his mother
And I'm thinking if I lose mine who raise my brothas
Not to be a thug, stay in school, don't use
Who'll teach them right from, dem boys, true love
So I pray for betta days, face da bombs and da
And I put my guns and I pray for peace on Sundays
It's crazy it

Just like the soldiers, that comin' home this year
Just like the fellas in prison, we miss you so fa real
What about the children who ran away, that comin' home today
Well a message from coast to coast
when them thugs really need it the most, a thug holiday
Jus like, jus like, jus like, a holiday
Jus like, jus like, jus like, a thug

If it wasn't for, all these killings, all these in religions
Muslims, Jews, and Christians know that
They are all children
And there's only, one Him, plus ain't none of confronted Him
We so blind in our own we wouldn't even know
God if we Him
And I, read yo books, all yo remixes to the Bible
What about a, verse for thugs, drugs, and survival, huh

Let's add some chapters, 'em Martin, Malcolm and Farrakhan
In all my books, only one died was the Amerikans
And point 'em out, who's responsible for Vietnam
And hold on, more, we had 2 World Wars
And, how come the make more than the teachers is making
When they the one raising all the and got us fighting for education
Life is crazy it

So many tears the years, somebody tell me what's goin' on
And so many lies but only God knows, about the deep inside
It gets so hard, ya gotta keep ya up
I know ya fed up but strong
Here's a message coast to coast
'Cause when them thugs need it the most, a thug holiday
Jus like, jus like, jus like a holiday
Jus like, jus like, jus a

This is for my in the ghetto
I'm out, I'm callin' out
To all my in the ghetto, callin' out
'Cause it gets hard
But ya keep ya head up, and be strong
Here's a from coast to coast
Cause when thugs really need it the most
A holiday, thug holiday
'Cause we it, gotta have it

Hmm mm, 'cause it gets hard in these streets
You know I mean
In the
I'm out to all my thugs in the ghetto
Do you hear what I am Hmm mm
Callin' my thugs the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
This song is to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

A from coast to coast
When them really need it the most
A thug holiday, I said, "A thug holiday, hoilday"
We it, we need it