Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Dis Blaow!

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

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

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

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

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

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

House Foundation
Gilla Foundation
Gilla House
Gilla Foundation

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

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

I don't condone, I got to relate to
'Redman Gone Wild', the new debut
Fox fired a nigga, boy great news
Now I'm back in the hood like Grey

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

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

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

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

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

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