Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Down The Fort

Yeah, we gotta down the fort
We gotta hold the block
We gotta hold the fort
We gotta hold the fort, check it

Nineteen-ninety motherfuckin' three,
What's your new year's resolution
Check this out, we hold down the block
Word is kid, uh, aight

on the block, who is he?
Set it Dunn, me and my automatic to get busy
representer, there ain't no motherfucker better
While you be catchin' feelings like a love

I gotta hold my fort and won't lose
Nigga die I got the tec 9 blues
Bulletproof polo, I'm out solo
Whoever wanna better step like they know

'Cuz survive, more rougher than a certified
Around the way, parlay and get
My blast will last in days to pass
Niggaz shoot, too fast, to pull out your gun

why I like to spark first and shoot your
Bitch ass down your next ride will be a hearse
'Cause little don't die son
Half step and get that ass lit up a flare gun

Cops want static, whatever they can have it
My name is prodigy and I'm known to cause
And when I flip I be on ill shit
I walk the street, a real super trooper

The block shit proper, who got had
Mad beef with the dread who sold me dirt bag
Mad props to the bad little niggaz in the
Long live the short, gotta hold down the

hold down the fort
Gotta hold down the
We hold down the fort
You gotta down the fort
We gotta hold the fort
You gotta hold the fort
So hold me son, hold me down
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, how we go son, pull out the M1
Straight from the 'bridge so you where I'm from
The little, nigga, I gets no bigga
Yo, my crew is buck so fuck how you figure

the fuck back, nigga, attack with the mack
'Cause is bond it's on
Shit is real the way so sit back and take notes
Dead you on coat, then cut your motherfuckin' throat

Takin' life like a thief in the night
While I write write, you bite bite
Niggaz step to my business
But I just parlay and sip on my

I'm the ripper, Mr. Flip the scripture
Niggaz can't fuck with the flow of a real lil
I wreck shop, in fact, get the mac, is real
Shit is real, how the you figure, nigga nil

So son hold me down I pull out the glock
hold down the block, that's word to my pops
So once again it's on, up the charm
to drop the bomb, word is bond

We gotta hold down the
Hold the block
We hold down the block
We gotta hold the block

Yo son he over here Dunn?
I know he ain't pumpin' here yo
Yo, word is yo son peep
He comin' let's bring it to him

What, what? What what, what?
Who the are you?
Man fuck that,

Hold down the
what up now?
What what, what
up now?
Hold the block

To all the that's live or real
You hold down your block, cock back the glock
Fuck the cops, your neighborhood chores
If beef, make 'em bleed on the project floors

I get my kicks from up gun clips
Don't fuck with suburb chicks, I need a bitch
Don't need a crew, I can bust you down fast
And after that, dip the weed stash

I'm quick to blast, enemies won't the fate
I kill 'em fast so can't retaliate
'Cause when I'm not alive who'd my place
To hold down the fort, we on

My man got my
I'm to go at anybody, who think they John Gotti
Peace to C, good lookin' out B
I'm bound, got my block locked down

We pull out the glock
pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the
We pull out the glock
We pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the

We gotta out the glock
We pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the
We gotta pull out the
We gotta pull out the
We gotta out the glock

We gotta pull out the
We gotta pull out the
We gotta out the glock
We gotta out the glock
Check it, yeah, call nigga