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

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

Way in the south, deep, on the creep
There was a monkey tryin' to step on big ol' feet
Nigga peep the was the runner and the runner did the dirt
Came up short on my skrilla and got his ass hurt
it look like?
On the side ti be hoppin'
grew wit the .45 if ya poppin'
I got him on the camera, fuckin' thief check mail?
Shot him now bitch is waitin' just to exhale
But oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard
4 5 pack o'knuckleheads the mob ready to serve y'all
Meanwhile, i'ma tell y'all all just what I
A that 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 bet, she got a bitches deep
Slowly, they closer so I taps my peeps
I'm 'bout to take this hoe break this hoe down like a
But never let go, up in game thats how the best rolls
I test those who ain't ever seen me jump
Light they ass up like cause I ain't scared of you punk
Motherfuckas that think, I'll pull this and blink
Leave they ass to stank, then I down a whole
Understand, I'm out the do' tag toe and leave 'em rottin'
Cause up in this game aim and you forgotten
I'm moppin on hoes 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
Ready to murder, straight your chest
Wit no to waste, i

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Look at him, from the mob
There goes another nigga,
Blood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at
Niggas can't get along, specially at clubs
Tryin to fuck same bitches
Strange niggas, tryin to nuts
I look as I drink my drink and I'm blown
All of a sudden, out of
Goddamn there go wit all that shit
Shankin and shootin and
But you know I'm it down
Gang type

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

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