Luyện nghe bài hát Bandz

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

I don't need a belt these Bandz they my pants up (Yeah)
my pants up (Racks)
I don't need a 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 they my pants up (Hold my)
my pants up

I need a belt them Bandz they hold my pants up
I been all my life
Now I got my up
I just bought a new and I chopped the doors off
I just drunk a pint of lean just so I can off
I got bad out Toronto and she looking real thick
She say her boyfriend like me
I say he a bitch
I got a bae, foreign bae,
She just strip
I got a clip, foreign clip,
up on my hip
That nigga ran up on me
I him out by myself

do anything for you baby
you know I love you to
Every time I fall in
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 belt these they hold my pants up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hold my up (Whoa)
I don't a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up
Hold my up (Let's go)
I don't need a belt these Bandz they hold my 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 this Gucci belt
with a Draco man
He fuck and shoot hismself
When I met Youngsta, he said "Big homie I'm you to the death"
I 'em at CMG we go to war we never ask for help
on deck like a high school
Blood on my chain a Piru
Vette and a Chevrolet
wanna race, know I can't lose
Whole squad blessed ha choo
Hoes swallow us Hi-Chew
I'm a little like, why you
I'm a street fighter Ryu
Walked in the bank "How, you?" (Hi)
We get money, that's not a question, are you niggas
Big ol crib in Hills
But I where I'm from
think a nigga ex drug dealer
I number one
Street nigga a slash slash keep my gun

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

When I take off in Lamb
You know we kick up
Go to war with me, you you need your Glocks up (Brrr)
Soon as you get
You them haters pop up
You haters respect haters
You know they flock up
nigga ran up on me homie
I him out by myself
I'll do for you baby
You know I you to death
Every time I in Gucci
They like "Sir you a belt"
I'm like "Hell naw lil bitch, I got them bands, I need no help"
(Fuck naw!)

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

Yeah,
And hold my pants up yeah
Yeah, and I got my up
Killed shit
What's