Luyện nghe bài hát Hold It Down

I'm gonna fix this 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? !
Seen this nigga bite the bullet, it, daym, him up
Put him his innerself
Took his from him
Never got the to see who done it
Just niggas runnin', breakin' to they
the gun, put they ass up in the mix
And all I seen was him, out chokin'
Eyes to the back of his head, open
And I'm hopin' that they don't the killer
Because nigga, crossed a whole bunch of killers
But still a of motherfuckas stand dazed
As they gaze at the
they drop him in the grave [get paid]
That's all he spoke, out at your part
That's all she
Everybody got a time and a place die
But if your out there crowdin' up space, it fly, i

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

Way in the south, deep, on the creep
There was a monkey to step on big ol' lion feet
peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt
Came up short on my skrilla and got his monkey ass
What it like?
On the south side ti be
grew wit the .45 if ya poppin'
I got him on the camera, thief wanna check mail?
Shot him now another bitch is waitin' to exhale
But oh well, it's murder, tell me 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 bitches
Slowly, they movin' closer so I taps my
I'm to take this hoe break this hoe down like a frisco
But never let go, up in game thats how the best rolls
I test those who never ever seen me jump
Light ass up like funk cause I ain't scared of you punk
that think, I'll pull this trigga and blink
Leave they ass to stank, then I down a whole
Understand, I'm out the do' tag they toe and leave 'em
Cause up in this game aim and you forgotten
I'm moppin on these hoes like they floors
And I those tryin to escape
Where 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, from the mob
There goes another nigga,
all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home
Niggas get along, specially at these clubs
Tryin to fuck these same
Strange niggas, tryin to nuts
I just as I drink my drink and I'm blown
All of a sudden, out of
Goddamn there they go wit all shit
Shankin and shootin and
But you know I'm holdin it
Gang 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 in my way if he don't mob this 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 pour the
And em turned up
Is that motherfuckin p a y
Back city and it's shitty but for show they it
You get you got surely comin, the latex pipe
You see it and runnin but can't run all night
Sooner or later you turn up to the sure shit
Ass naked for that motherfuckin you did
[its a dog and a dog time, everything must rewind, recognize
you doin time
And i'm

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