Luyện nghe bài hát Hold It Down

I'm fix this shit in '96

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

Gun shots ring out, niggas duckin', what the !
Seen this nigga the bullet, it, daym, fucked him up
Put him his innerself
Took his from him
Never got the chance to see who it
niggas runnin', breakin' to they shit
the gun, put they ass up in the mix
And all I seen was him, out chokin'
to the back of his head, wide open
And I'm hopin' that they don't find the
this nigga, crossed a whole bunch of killers
But still a bunch of motherfuckas stand
As they gaze at the
Before they drop him in the grave paid]
That's all he spoke, lights out at your
all she wrote
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, type mobbin'
4 5 packin' knuckleheads mackin' that want to try
If life was a game, that could buy
The rich niggas would
And the po' would die

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

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

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Look at him, from the mob
There goes nigga, gone
Blood all the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home
Niggas get along, specially at these clubs
to fuck these same bitches
Strange niggas, tryin to check
I just look as I 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 know I'm it down
Gang mobbin

I'm havin bad luck
Feelin I lost my dog
Lookin sick cause my motherfuckin is gone
Ain't no tommorrow, I gots ta get some today
Spray, all thats in my way if he mob this way
I'm sick of windowshoppin, and
Hearin that you holdin we did
Up to yourself and to fuck me on my end
Come again come come niggas get
Oven roasted, evenly burnt I the syrup
And leave em up
Is this motherfuckin 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 runnin but can't 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 must rewind,
What you time
And i'm

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The rich niggas will
The poor niggas die
So I guess we gotta make all the niggas rich
Is that how it