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 hold my pants up

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

I don't need a them Bandz they hold my pants up
I been broke all my
Now I got my up
I bought a new Ferrari and I chopped the doors off
I just drunk a of lean just so I can doze off
I got bad bitch out Toronto and she looking thick
She say her boyfriend like me
I say he a real
I got a bae, foreign bae,
She just wanna
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 you to death
Every time I fall in
They like "Sir you 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 need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up
Hold my up (Let's go)
I need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (Woo!)
Hold my up
I need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (Hold my)
Hold my up

(Facts)
Damn,
Damn near buying this Gucci belt
Thirteen with a man
He around and shoot hismself
When I met Youngsta, he said "Big homie I'm you to the death"
I told 'em at CMG we go to war we never ask for
Bandz on deck like a school
on my chain like a Piru
Vette motor and a
Nigga race, know I can't lose
squad blessed like ha choo
Hoes us like Hi-Chew
I'm a pummeled 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 crib in Beverly
But I know I'm from
They think a nigga ex drug
I went one
Street nigga a slash slash keep my gun

I need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (Yeah)
Aye, I'm use a strap for
(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 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
That's up

When I off in that Lamb
You we kick rocks up
Go to war me, you know you need your Glocks up (Brrr)
as you get rich
You them haters pop up
You haters respect haters
You they gone flock up
That nigga ran up on me
I him out by myself
I'll do for you baby
You know I you to death
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 they hold my pants up (Hold my)
my pants up

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