Luyện nghe bài hát Bandz

Hold my up
Oh
I don't a...just to hold my pants up
I need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up

I don't a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (Yeah)
Hold my up (Racks)
I need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (Brr-Brr)
Hold my up (Go-go)
I need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (Woo!)
Hold my up (Yeah)
I don't need a belt these Bandz hold my pants up (Hold my)
Hold my up

I don't need a belt Bandz they hold my pants up
I been broke all my
Now I got my up
I just bought a new Ferrari and I chopped the off
I just drunk a pint of lean just so I can off
I got bad bitch out Toronto and she looking real
She say her don't like me
I say he a real
I got a bae, foreign bae,
She just strip
I got a clip, foreign clip,
up on my hip
That ran up on me homie
I him out by myself

I'll do anything for you
you know I you to death
Every I fall in Louis
They like "Sir you a belt"
I'm "Hell naw lil bitch
I got them bands I don't no help"
(Fuck naw!)

I don't a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
my pants up (Whoa)
I don't need a these Bandz they hold my pants up
Hold my up (Let's go)
I don't need a these Bandz they hold my pants up (Woo!)
my pants up
I don't a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (Hold my)
Hold my up

(Facts)
Damn,
Damn near died buying this belt
Thirteen a Draco man
He around and shoot hismself
I met Youngsta, he said "Big homie I'm with you to the death"
I told 'em at CMG we go to war we ask for help
Bandz on deck like a high
Blood on my chain like a
Vette and a Chevrolet
Nigga wanna race, I can't lose
Whole blessed like ha choo
swallow us like Hi-Chew
I'm a pummeled like, why you
I'm a street fighter Ryu
in the bank like "How, you?" (Hi)
We get money, not a question, are you niggas dumb?
Big ol in Beverly Hills
But I know where I'm
They think a ex drug dealer
I number one
Street nigga a slash superstar keep my gun

I don't a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (Yeah)
Aye, I'm use a strap for
(Hold my up)
Hi
I don't need a belt Bandz they hold my pants up (CMG)
my pants up
I don't need a belt Bandz they hold my pants up (Alright!)
my pants up (For real)
I don't need a belt Bandz they hold my pants up (Woo!)
Hold my up

up ho
up
up ho
up
up ho
Young and
up ho
And
up ho
I'ma
up ho
Her top up
up ho
Free my
Her top up
That's up

I take off in that Lamb
You know we rocks up
Go to war with me, you know you need your up (Brrr)
Soon as you get
You them haters pop up
You know haters respect
You know they gone up
nigga ran up on me homie
I him out by myself
do anything for you baby
You know I love you to
Every time I fall in
like "Sir you need a belt"
I'm like "Hell naw lil bitch, I got them bands, I don't no help"
(Fuck naw!)

I don't a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (Hold my)
my pants up

Yeah,
And they my pants up yeah
Yeah, and I got my up
Killed this
What's