Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Down The Fort

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

Nineteen-ninety motherfuckin' three,
What's your new year's motherfucker?
Check this out, we gotta down the block
Word is bond kid, uh,

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

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

'Cuz I'ma survive, more than a certified
Around the way, and get high
My mega blast 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 next ride will be a fuckin' hearse
little niggaz don't die son
Half and get that ass lit up like a flare gun

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

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

Gotta hold the fort
Gotta hold down the
We gotta hold the fort
You gotta down the fort
We hold down 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, project nigga, I no bigga
Yo, my is buck so mother fuck how you figure

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To all the niggaz that's or real
You gotta hold down your block, cock the glock
Fuck the cops, 'cause your chores
If they beef, make 'em bleed on the floors

I get my from loadin' up gun clips
Don't fuck with suburb chicks, I need a gangsta
Don't need a crew, I can bust you down solo
And after that, dip into the stash

I'm quick to blast, enemies won't last the
I kill 'em fast so they retaliate
'Cause I'm not alive who'd takes my place
To down the fort, we move on

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

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

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

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