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 ain't thug nigga I don't, bullet shit
nigga and we abide by the blueprint
We ain't all loud, holla and

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 that cake, I'll fuck Lil'

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

Shorty, shorty, me that body
Start a riot security on the walkie
Noble '07, keep 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 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 hold this
(And niggaz is, nig and is gettin smoked G)
You could hold blaow
(Believe me)

House Foundation
Gilla Foundation
House Foundation
Gilla House

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

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

Who's gona stop me? I'm razor
With niggaz 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 Coast niggaz, get money
Cause these Brick dudes get that money
gonna be one pussy that'll act funny
Yo, I'm get this nigga, leave the Cadillac runnin

Yo, Uptown got haze, Miami got
I'm fucked up, I slipped my own self a
Doin dirty, I'm 'XXX' Vin Dies'
Who you know can pump weed out of

Shorty, shorty, give me that
Start a riot security on the walkie
Noble '07, keep 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 blaow
(Real street, real niggaz ain't havin that shit)
You could this blaow
(And niggaz is, nig and is gettin smoked G)
You could this blaow
(Believe me)

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