Luyện nghe bài hát Hold It Down

I'm fix this shit in '96

in the motherfuckin' house, the g b
For the 1990-3-3, you know what I'm

Gun ring out, niggas duckin', what the fuck? !
this nigga bite the bullet, it, daym, fucked him up
Put him outside his
Took his lifeline him
Never got the chance to see who it
Just niggas runnin', to they shit
Befoe' the gun, put ass up in the mix
And all I was him, laid out chokin'
Eyes to the back of his head, open
And I'm hopin' that they don't find the
Because this nigga, crossed a whole of killers
But still a of motherfuckas stand dazed
As they gaze at the
Before they him in the grave [get paid]
That's all he spoke, lights out at part
all she wrote
Everybody got a time and a place die
But if your out crowdin' up your space, it fly, i

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Hold it down, gang mobbin'
4 5 knuckleheads mackin' jackers that want to try
If life was a game, that money buy
The rich would live
And the po' would die

Way in the south, deep, on the creep
There was a monkey to step on big ol' lion feet
Nigga peep the monkey was the and the runner did the dirt
Came up short on my and got his monkey ass hurt
What it like?
On the south side ti be
grew wit the .45 if ya poppin'
I got him on the camera, fuckin' thief wanna mail?
Shot him now bitch is waitin' just to exhale
But oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard
4 5 pack o'knuckleheads from the mob to serve y'all
Meanwhile, i'ma y'all all just what I hate
A that want to pop lip
To turn and and gyrate, as i

Up in the set you see me
Sippin' on the
up in the cut, damn here comes my enemy
Eyes met, and you best bet, she got a deep
Slowly, movin' closer so I taps my peeps
I'm 'bout to take this hoe break this hoe like a frisco
But never let go, up in this game thats how the best
I test who ain't never ever seen me jump
Light they ass up like funk cause I ain't scared of you
Motherfuckas that think, I'll pull this and blink
Leave they ass to stank, then I down a drank
Understand, I'm out the do' tag toe and leave 'em rottin'
Cause up in this game focus aim and you
I'm moppin on these like they waxed floors
And I catch those to escape
they goin? up out the back door
And I'm at head, wit a .38
Ready to murder, straight your chest
Wit no to waste, i

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Look at him, bleedin the mob
There goes another nigga,
Blood all over the rug, shoulda his ass at home
Niggas can't get along, specially at these
to fuck these same bitches
Strange niggas, to check nuts
I just look as I my drink and I'm blown
All of a sudden, out of
Goddamn they go wit all that shit
Shankin and shootin and
But you know I'm holdin it
type mobbin

I'm bad luck willie
Feelin I lost my dog
Lookin cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone
no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more today
Spray, all thats in my way if he mob this way
I'm of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin and
that you holdin what we did
Up to yourself and to fuck me on my end
Come again come come get toasted
Oven roasted, burnt I pour the syrup
And em turned up
Is this motherfuckin p a y
Back city and it's shitty but for show they it
You get what you got surely comin, the latex
You see it and runnin but can't run all night
Sooner or later you turn up to the sure shit
Ass for that motherfuckin shit you did
[its a dog nation and a dog time, everything rewind, recognize
What you time
And i'm

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The rich will live
The poor will die
So I guess we gotta all the poor niggas rich
Is how it goes?