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

I up early in the mornin', mindstate so military
Suckers pictures of a young brother buried
Was it me, the weed or this life I
If daytime is for suckers then we bleed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hope to my young nation in this world of greed
means nothin' if you still ain't free
Money breeds jealousy, the game from me
I hope for days, trouble comes naturally

Running authorities 'til they capture me
And my, aim is to spread mo' smiles tears
lessons learned from my childhood years
Maybe Mama had it all right, yo' head

Tradin' conversation all night, the dead
To my that I used to have that no longer roll
a brother at the crossroads
Plus nobody knows my soul, time pass
Through the glass of my top Rolls, hold ya head

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

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

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