Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Dis Blaow!

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

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

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

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

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

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

House Foundation
Gilla House
House Foundation
Gilla House

Yo, nigga era, fuck you, pay me
down like Bronx, high at the skate 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 now, a whole lotta blood
So when you get here, a whole lotta love
Or leave shot up, robbed and out a shrub

I condone, I got kids to relate to
'Redman Gone Wild', the new debut
Fox fired a nigga, boy that's great
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 ass niggaz blood made of broth
But I'm barbershop talk, L.A. and New

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

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

Shorty, shorty, give me body
Start a riot 'til on the walkie
Reggie Noble '07, all sort of hoes 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 niggaz havin that shit)

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

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