Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Me Down

Mm-hmm, hold me down, hold me down, hold me
Ah yeah hold me down, yeah, hold me down
Word up, ye-yeah, a-yeh, to me down, hold me down
to, everybody that, hold me down, yo, what?

Aiyyo P me up now, hold me down
While I go around this town, snatchin'
those supposed, wannabe rap vocalists
If you nice get your rope and in this
Let me somethin' you wanna fight? Let's go somethin'
If not, close mouth and say nothing
Y'all imitations, fuckin' up the whole
sucker MC infiltration

Aiyyo straight up, you light better get your weight up
I'm benchin' three hundred and change, cats get ate up
Ain't that ill? How I can just stare and watch the spill
an unknown rapper but now the rapper's no thrill
Now how real is Burnin' gats, knifes and bats
Hot rhyme, status, the hot wax
Mixed with the street slang is where at
Perhaps, you should your mouth kid and slide back

Yo E, me down
I'm you down
Yo P, me down
I'm you down
Yo E, hold me
I'm you down
PMD, hold me
I'm holdin' you

Yo E, hold me
I'm you down
PMD, hold me
I'm holdin' you
Yo E, me down
I'm holdin' you
PMD, me down
I'm you down

You got shit than this, Erick Serm' and Parrish Smith?
What's Piped out five, with the kit?
And millions to it, keep it rugged never wack kid
This ain't just rhymin', God's on the way and he's
Who's followin' the rules, two noided, so we strap tools
And can't cool, go out to the cats in school
It's not the norm, word bond, so get for the rainstorm

Too hot, fuck lukewarm, when we
Yeah we swarm with the bee effect, zzzzz, sting 'em
Like Muhammad, set the scene I'm on CEO's, A&R's
Street team to a for the cream, we damage ya
On light-skinned, dark-skinned, albino, a crackhead
Dopefiend , or wino, the Ultra-ment, stick you with the Magnetic
Give a shout, to them cats, rap diabetics

Yo P, hold me
I'm you down
Yo E, hold me
I'm holdin' you
Yo PMD, me down
I'm holdin' you
Yo E, me down
I'm you down

Yo PMD, hold me
I'm you down
E-Dub, hold me
I'm holdin' you
Mic Doc, hold me
I'm you down
Green Eyed Bandit, holdin' it
Yeah, I'm holdin' you

Niggaz tryin' to jam the frequency, on the low
They be peepin' me and the E, DJ Scratch,
The Dream Team, who for the cream since sixteen
Dodgin' po-nine and marks, with the beams
God-body, rap style, Mazerrati bodies
E Double holdin' shit down with the sawed off

What you thought? We takin' than nickels and shorts?
Get the fuck out of here, nothin' sweet here, you get your shit
I spit flames at Oklahoma when done, you can smell the Sermon
In a coma, to death, man listen, did he deserve
The to the curb, ass whippin'? Believe you me, it was his destiny
For the child to end for with men

P and I got somethin' for all y'all who tall
And dose dat like to ball, so we ball Spalding
In the time of need who you calling when your career is
Way down, been hit, lay down, hit the ground
Don't get up, stay down, a minute, you shouldn'ta
Put your two in it now you up a creek
In the back of a car rented