Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Dis Blaow!

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

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

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

Soldier boy, murder land's Baltimore
Roll on stage, more deeper than a
Get down, yeah, knock your mans off
Wouldn't trade places if you or Randolph

Shorty, shorty, give me body
Start a riot security on the walkie
Reggie Noble '07, keep all 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 hold this
(Real street, street niggaz ain't havin that shit)

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

Gilla Foundation
House Foundation
Gilla House
House Foundation

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

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

I condone, I got kids to relate to
Gone Wild', hear the new debut
Fox fired a nigga, boy great news
Now I'm in the hood like Grey Goose

Who's stop me? I'm razor sharp
With Gilla 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 niggaz, get that money
Cause these Brick City dudes get that
It's gonna be one pussy that'll act
Yo, I'm gonna get nigga, leave the Cadillac runnin

Yo, Uptown got haze, got crippy
I'm fucked up, I slipped my own a Mickie
dirty, I'm 'XXX' like Vin Dies'
Who you know can weed out of Wendy's

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

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

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