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 shots out, niggas duckin', what the fuck? !
Seen this nigga bite the bullet, it, daym, him up
Put him his innerself
his lifeline from him
Never got the to see who done it
Just runnin', breakin' to they shit
the gun, put they 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 find the killer
Because this nigga, crossed a whole of killers
But still a bunch of motherfuckas stand
As they gaze at the
Before they him in the grave [get 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, type mobbin'
4 5 packin' knuckleheads mackin' that want to try
If life was a game, that money buy
The rich would live
And the po' would die

Way in the south, deep, on the creep
There was a monkey tryin' to on big ol' lion feet
Nigga peep the was the runner and the runner did the dirt
Came up short on my and got his monkey ass hurt
What it like?
On the side 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 waitin' just to
But oh well, murder, tell me have you heard her?
4 5 pack o'knuckleheads from the mob to serve y'all
Meanwhile, i'ma tell all just what I hate
A fool that 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, here comes my enemy
Eyes met, and you best bet, she got a bitches
Slowly, movin' closer so I taps my peeps
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 ain't never seen me jump
Light ass up like funk cause I ain't scared of you punk
Motherfuckas that think, I'll pull this trigga and
Leave they ass to stank, then I down a whole
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 hoes they waxed floors
And I those tryin to escape
Where they goin? up out the 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
Blood all the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home
Niggas can't get along, specially at these
Tryin to fuck these same
niggas, tryin to check nuts
I look as I drink my drink and I'm blown
All of a sudden, out of
Goddamn they go wit all that shit
Shankin and and squabblin
But you know I'm it down
type mobbin

I'm havin bad luck
Feelin like I my dog
Lookin sick cause my scratch is gone
Ain't no tommorrow, I gots ta get more 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, burnt I pour the syrup
And em turned up
Is this that p a y
city and it's shitty but for show they timed 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 up to the sure shot shit
Ass naked for motherfuckin shit you did
[its a dog nation and a dog time, everything must rewind,
you doin time
And i'm

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