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

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

I'll do for you baby
you know I love you to
Every time I in Louis
They "Sir you need a belt"
I'm "Hell naw lil bitch
I got them I don't need no help"
(Fuck naw!)

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

(Facts)
Damn,
Damn near died this Gucci belt
Thirteen with a man
He fuck and shoot hismself
When I met Youngsta, he "Big homie I'm with you to the death"
I told 'em at CMG we go to war we never ask for
Bandz on 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 us like Hi-Chew
I'm a little like, why you
I'm a fighter like Ryu
Walked in the 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 a nigga ex drug dealer
I number one
nigga a slash superstar slash keep my gun

I don't need a belt these 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)
Hold my up
I don't need a belt Bandz they hold my pants up (Alright!)
Hold my up (For real)
I don't need a belt these Bandz they hold my 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
locked up

When I take off in that
You know we kick up
Go to war me, you know you need your Glocks up (Brrr)
as you get rich
You them haters pop up
You know haters haters
You know gone flock up
nigga ran up on me homie
I took him out by
I'll do for you baby
You know I you to death
Every I fall in Gucci
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 need a these Bandz they hold my pants up (Hold my)
Hold my up

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