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

Blah, blah, blah, a whole nuttin
You know the loud ones, they do a lot of duckin
I stay on the grind, my 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 places if you [Incomprehensible] or Randolph

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

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

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

Gilla Foundation
House Foundation
Gilla Foundation
House Foundation

Yo, Gilla nigga era, you, pay me
Boogie down 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 Jersey now, a whole lotta
So when you get here, show a lotta love
Or leave shot up, and thrown out a shrub

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

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

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

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

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

You could hold blaow
(Real street, real street 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 niggaz is smoked G)
You hold this blaow
(Believe me)

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