Luyện nghe bài hát Bandz

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

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

I don't need a belt Bandz they hold my pants up
I been all my life
Now I got my up
I just a new Ferrari and I chopped the doors off
I just drunk a pint of just so I can doze off
I got bad bitch out and she looking real thick
She say her boyfriend don't me
I say he a bitch
I got a foreign bae, bae,
She just wanna
I got a foreign clip, clip,
up on my hip
That nigga ran up on me
I took him out by

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

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

(Facts)
Damn,
Damn died buying this Gucci belt
with a Draco man
He fuck around and 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 never ask for
on deck like a high school
Blood on my chain a Piru
Vette and a Chevrolet
Nigga wanna race, know I can't
Whole squad blessed ha choo
Hoes swallow us Hi-Chew
I'm a little like, why you
I'm a street fighter Ryu
in the bank like "How, you?" (Hi)
We get money, that's not a question, are you dumb?
Big ol in Beverly Hills
But I know I'm from
They think a nigga ex drug
I number one
Street nigga a slash superstar slash 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 need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (CMG)
my pants up
I don't need a these Bandz they hold my pants up (Alright!)
my pants up (For real)
I need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (Woo!)
my pants 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
locked up

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

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

Yeah,
And they hold my pants up
Yeah, and I got my up
this shit
What's