Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Holiday

Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry it's baby
Everything gone be gravy later, that's
Ah, is the time when we take time to remember
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 dedicate to the struggle
Everybody in the jail, state penn, and fed, check it out

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

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

Just like the soldiers, that ain't comin' this year
Just the fellas in prison, we miss you so much fa real
about the children who ran away, that ain't comin' home today
Well here's a message from coast to
'Cause when thugs really need it the most, a thug holiday
Jus like, jus like, jus like, a thug
Jus like, jus like, jus like, a thug

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

Let's add chapters, name 'em Martin, Malcolm and Farrakhan
In all my books, only one died was the Amerikans
And let's point 'em out, responsible for Vietnam
And hold on, there's more, we had 2 Wars
And, how come the judges make than the teachers is making
When the one raising all the taxes and got us fighting for education
is crazy ain't it

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

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

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

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