Luyện nghe bài hát Hold It Down

I'm gonna fix this in '96

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

Gun ring out, niggas duckin', what the fuck? !
Seen nigga bite the bullet, it, daym, fucked him up
Put him his innerself
his lifeline from him
Never got the to see who done it
Just niggas runnin', to they shit
Befoe' the gun, put ass up in the mix
And all I seen was him, laid out
Eyes to the back of his head, open
And I'm hopin' that they don't the killer
Because this nigga, crossed a whole bunch of
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 part
all she wrote
Everybody got a and a place they die
But if your out there crowdin' up space, it fly, i

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

Way down in the south, deep, on the
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 ass hurt
What it like?
On the side ti be hoppin'
Respect wit the .45 if ya poppin'
I got him on the camera, thief wanna check mail?
Shot him now another is waitin' just to exhale
But oh well, it's murder, me have you heard her?
4 5 pack o'knuckleheads the mob ready to serve y'all
Meanwhile, i'ma tell y'all all 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
up in the cut, damn here comes my enemy
Eyes met, and you best bet, she got a bitches
Slowly, they movin' so I taps my peeps
I'm 'bout to take this hoe break hoe down like a frisco
But never let go, up in game thats how the best rolls
I test those who ain't never ever me jump
they ass up like funk cause I ain't scared of you punk
Motherfuckas think, I'll pull this trigga and blink
Leave they ass to stank, then I a whole drank
Understand, I'm out the do' tag toe and leave 'em rottin'
up in this game focus aim and you forgotten
I'm moppin on these hoes like they waxed
And I catch those to escape
Where they goin? up out the back
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 goes another nigga,
all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home
Niggas get along, specially at these clubs
Tryin to fuck same bitches
Strange niggas, tryin to nuts
I just look as I drink my and I'm blown
All of a sudden, out of
Goddamn there they go wit all that
Shankin and and squabblin
But you I'm holdin it down
Gang type

I'm havin bad luck
like I lost my dog
Lookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is
no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more today
Spray, all thats in my way if he mob this way
I'm sick of windowshoppin, and
Hearin that you what we did
Up to yourself and to fuck me on my end
Come come come niggas get toasted
Oven roasted, evenly I pour the syrup
And leave em up
Is this motherfuckin p a y
Back city and it's shitty but for they timed it
You get what you got surely comin, the latex
You see it and start runnin but can't run all
Sooner or later you up to the sure shot shit
Ass naked for that motherfuckin you did
[its a dog and a dog time, everything must rewind, recognize
What you doin
And i'm

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