Luyện nghe bài hát Hold It Down

I'm gonna fix shit in '96

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

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

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

Way down in the south, deep, on the
was a monkey tryin' to step on big ol' lion feet
Nigga peep the monkey was the runner and the did the dirt
up short on my skrilla and got his monkey ass hurt
What it 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' 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 fool that 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, damn comes my enemy
Eyes met, and you bet, she got a bitches deep
Slowly, they movin' closer so I taps my
I'm 'bout to this hoe break this hoe down like a frisco
But never let go, up in this thats how the best rolls
I test those who ain't never seen me jump
they ass up like funk cause I ain't scared of you punk
Motherfuckas that think, I'll pull this trigga and
they ass to stank, then I down a whole drank
Understand, I'm out the do' tag toe and leave 'em rottin'
Cause up in this focus aim and you forgotten
I'm moppin on these like they waxed floors
And I catch those tryin to
they goin? up out the back door
And I'm at head, wit a .38
Ready to murder, straight through 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 fuck these bitches
niggas, tryin to check nuts
I just look as I drink my drink and I'm
All of a sudden, out of
Goddamn there they go wit all that
Shankin and shootin and
But you know I'm it down
type mobbin

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

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