Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Dis Blaow!

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

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

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

Soldier boy, murder like Baltimore
Roll on stage, more deeper than a
Get shut down, yeah, knock mans off
Wouldn't trade places if you [Incomprehensible] or

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

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

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

Gilla Foundation
Gilla Foundation
Gilla Foundation
Gilla Foundation

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 blew up, you try to me

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

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

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

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

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

Shorty, shorty, give me body
Start a '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 blaow
(Real street, real street ain't havin that shit)

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