Luyện nghe bài hát Hold It Down

I'm gonna fix shit in '96

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

Gun shots ring out, niggas duckin', the fuck? !
Seen this nigga bite the bullet, it, daym, him up
Put him outside his
Took his lifeline him
got the chance to see who done it
Just niggas runnin', breakin' to they
the gun, put they ass up in the mix
And all I was him, laid out chokin'
to the back of his head, wide open
And I'm hopin' that they don't find the
Because nigga, crossed a whole bunch of killers
But still a of motherfuckas stand dazed
As they gaze at the
Before they drop him in the grave paid]
That's all he spoke, lights out at your
That's all she
Everybody got a time and a they die
But if your out there up your space, it fly, i

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

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

Up in the set you see me
Sippin' on the
Look up in the cut, here comes my enemy
Eyes met, and you best bet, she got a deep
Slowly, they closer so I taps my peeps
I'm 'bout to take this hoe break hoe down like a frisco
But let go, up in this game thats how the best rolls
I test those who ain't ever seen me jump
Light they ass up like funk I ain't scared of you punk
Motherfuckas that think, I'll pull trigga 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 hoes they waxed floors
And I catch those tryin to
Where they 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 another nigga, gone
all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home
Niggas can't get along, specially at these
Tryin to these same bitches
Strange niggas, tryin to check
I look as I drink my drink and I'm blown
All of a sudden, out of
there they go wit all that shit
Shankin and shootin and
But you I'm holdin it down
Gang type

I'm havin bad willie
Feelin like I my dog
sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone
Ain't no tommorrow, I gots ta get more today
Spray, all thats in my way if he don't mob way
I'm sick of windowshoppin, and
Hearin you holdin what we did
Up to yourself and tryin to me on my end
Come again come come niggas get
Oven roasted, evenly burnt I the syrup
And em turned up
Is this that p a y
Back and it's shitty but for show they timed it
You get what you got comin, the latex pipe
You see it and start runnin but run all night
or later you turn up to the sure shot shit
Ass naked for that 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 niggas will live
The poor niggas die
So I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas
Is that how it