Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Dis Blaow!

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

Yo, I'm hot, global ridin on 26
I ain't thug nigga I don't, bullet proof
Gilla nigga and we abide by the
We ain't all loud, and whoopin

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

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

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

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

Gilla Foundation
Gilla House
Gilla House
Gilla House

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

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

I don't condone, I got kids to to
'Redman Gone Wild', hear the new
Fox a nigga, boy that's great news
Now I'm back in the hood like Goose

gona stop me? I'm razor sharp
With Gilla niggaz and Jay the boss
chicken ass niggaz blood made of broth
But I'm barbershop talk, L.A. and New

So all you Coast niggaz, get that money
these 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, Uptown got haze, got crippy
I'm up, I slipped my own self a Mickie
dirty, I'm 'XXX' like Vin Dies'
Who you know can pump weed out of

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

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

You could hold blaow
(Real street, real street niggaz havin that shit)
You hold this blaow
(And is, nig and niggaz is gettin smoked G)
You could hold blaow
(Believe me)

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