Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Dis Blaow!

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

Yo, I'm hot, warmin 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 whole lotta
You know the loud ones, they do a whole lot of
I on the grind, my hustle real heavy
And even for that cake, I'll fuck Lil'

boy, murder land's like Baltimore
Roll on stage, deeper than a Commodore
Get down, yeah, knock your mans off
Wouldn't 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 hold this blaow
(Real street, street niggaz ain't havin that shit)
You could hold this
(Real street, real 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 could this blaow
(Believe me)

House Foundation
House Foundation
Gilla House
Gilla Foundation

Yo, nigga era, fuck you, pay me
Boogie down like Bronx, at the skate key
It's like Janet, 'What Have You 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 shot up, robbed and thrown out a shrub

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

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

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

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

Shorty, shorty, give me that
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, real street niggaz ain't that shit)
You could hold blaow
(Real street, real street niggaz ain't havin shit)

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

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