Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Dis Blaow!

Red's Gone
Gilla, Gilla, Gilla, Gilla
Gilla, Gilla

Yo, I'm hot, warmin ridin on 26
I ain't thug nigga I don't, bullet shit
Gilla nigga and we by the blueprint
We ain't all loud, holla and

Blah, blah, blah, a whole lotta
You know the loud ones, they do a whole lot of
I stay on the grind, my hustle heavy
And even for that cake, fuck Lil' Debbie

Soldier boy, murder land's like
Roll on stage, more than a Commodore
Get shut down, yeah, knock your off
trade places if you [Incomprehensible] or Randolph

Shorty, shorty, me that body
a riot 'til security on the walkie
Reggie Noble '07, keep all sort of yellin
Nine, four, three, eleven, get it or it

You could hold blaow
(Real street, street niggaz ain't havin that shit)
You could hold this
(Real street, street niggaz ain't havin that shit)

You hold this blaow
(Real street, real street ain't havin that shit)
You could hold this
(And niggaz is, nig and is gettin smoked G)
You could hold this
(Believe me)

House Foundation
Gilla Foundation
Gilla Foundation
House Foundation

Yo, Gilla nigga era, you, pay me
Boogie down like Bronx, high at the key
It's Janet, 'What Have You Done For Me, Lately'?
Nuttin, I blew up, you try to me

Dawg, in my dutch, a whole bud
End up in Jersey now, a whole blood
So when you get here, a whole lotta love
Or leave shot up, robbed and thrown out a

I don't condone, I got to relate to
'Redman Gone Wild', hear the new
Fox fired a nigga, boy great news
Now I'm back in the like Grey Goose

Who's stop me? I'm razor sharp
With niggaz frontline and Jay the boss
Y'all chicken ass niggaz blood of broth
But I'm talk, L.A. and New York

So all you West Coast niggaz, get money
Cause Brick City dudes get that money
It's be one pussy that'll act funny
Yo, I'm gonna get this nigga, leave the runnin

Yo, got haze, Miami got crippy
I'm fucked up, I slipped my own self a
Doin dirty, I'm like Vin Dies'
Who you know can pump weed out of

Shorty, shorty, give me that
a riot 'til security on the walkie
Reggie '07, keep all sort of hoes yellin
Nine, four, three, eleven, get it or it

You could hold this
(Real street, real niggaz ain't havin that shit)
You could this blaow
(Real street, real street ain't havin that shit)

You could hold blaow
(Real street, real street niggaz ain't that shit)
You hold this blaow
(And niggaz is, nig and niggaz is smoked G)
You could this blaow
(Believe me)

Gilla, Gilla, Gilla,
Yeah, Gilla
Gilla, Gilla, Gilla,
Thorough niggaz, monkey