Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Ya Head

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

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

I up early in the mornin', mindstate so military
Suckers fantasizin' pictures of a 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 I deliver these raw raps.
Meet me at the dressed in black
Tonight we, honor the dead, who won't be back

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

Come rush me to the of Heaven, let me picture for a while
How I for my days as a child, I wonder now
How do we outlast, always get
Stay 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 like prophecies me to stop
'Cause these lawyers gettin' money every they knock us
Snatchin' pockets lyrically, suckers flea when notice
Switched my name to Makaveli, half the rap closed

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

Miss me with misdemeanor thinkin', me fall back?
that, too much Tequila drinkin', we all that
Make them understand me, if not I slang my
with me is family 'cause everybody's got me

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

How do we keep the music
(Yes, you got to ya head)
How do we get
(Hold head)
Too many young black brothers are
(Yes, you got to ya head)
fast, too fast

The got me tweakin' in my mind, I'm thinkin'
God bless the child can hold his own
Indeed, enemies when I hold my chrome
Let these be the last to my unborn seeds

Hope to raise my young in this world of greed
Currency means nothin' if you still free
Money breeds jealousy, the game from me
I hope for better days, comes naturally

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

Tradin' all night, bless the dead
To my homies that I to have that no longer roll
Catch a at the crossroads
nobody knows my soul, watchin' time pass
Through the glass of my drop top Rolls, hold ya

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

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

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