Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Me Down

Yeah, Brooklyn, New York, focused
It's ya girl, Babs Bunny, the streets lady
Diddy, I see you,

Y'all niggaz done met ya
I'm somethin' like a pimp you bust I bust
I game dudes got 'em me wifey
My stomach flat baby, mothers don't like me, huh

Chicks this heated I give 'em my ice see
I'm the knockout y'all hoes don't wanna fight me
Sexy, brown complexion
Concealed in my purse a deadly weapon, yeah

I pay for nothin' at all
I even get free at the corner store
Shot dudes stop as soon as I speak
Babs the black jet queen of the week, huh

I'm fire just what the thugs
Got a high pitched MC Mariah
When I walk down the streets niggaz squeak their
Got every promoter passin' me flyers

I'm in there V.I.P. a night
With a bottle of haze, my weave is so
I'm for some action, hands in the air
over here in the club no beer

Stuntin' bad girl, I do it for
Tight dickies with a pop top button
repeat it I'm something that the rap game needed
Thorough bread plus I weeded

All I need from you is your that when I come to the stai
You gon hold me down 'cause you come to M.I.
I'm gon hold you down, you know it's P
Te hit man of the band, y'all how I'm doing it now, shit

I'm in and out magazines back to the TV shows
Attendin' business meetings with a 40's and my flows
Everyday's an all because them episodes
Just like rats they wanna know where my flows

Everyday valentine, how I keep it rollin'?
Never made a dime rap yet
I them people no my people don't believe it though
Someone has leavin' those words sayin' cold

You think I don't know you serving
'Cause you ain't a dude alive couldn't carry their Coke
So it must be them freakin' po po's I they better pray
They don't run up wrong or your momma gonna be singin that

What you say Freddy P ya heard me, it's Lord City
Ya heard me, your little ya heard me
I representin' the ya dig to the death
New the third ward Magnolia

Let me catch a nigga bootin' up I'ma be what's hap nigga
I crush bones and a mothafuckin' fat nigga
You know type of shit I'm on I let the Mack hit ya
You cant box my squad, our left quicka

Then any bitch nigga that tries to come us
All my sistas, I to make it part of my agenda to get ya
You know what I'm sayin', we see them
Hoppin' off of them Ducatis choppin' you like timber

You can try to stop me, I will
my killer instincts like cinder
I'm a bad boy guerrilla making figures
Chopper 'bout to dis ya, I can paint you a picture

Hey yo, Chopper man I dig you like the fuckin' man
Its E the enforcer from the band man
We the hottest thing since popcorn dog
It's real, it's about to go down this ay yo

on sour deezy's you know it ain't illegal
And I been to Iraq but packin' desert eagles I mean
Call me a liar but the back
Bad Boy empire is the fires at

I got the Sean John truck the tires to match
The whole hood on fire the wires
Okay this part of the deal, bounty all on my heels
for me huh somewhere in the Ville

I planes trains, automobiles, boats
Overseas passport to
of the fittest, nigga I talk it I live it
Gotta crawl you walk any nigga can get it

All dance for the family ya know ness, me
I hold it til dead before dishonor trust, what me
ya Dylan Dillinger, join the family all West Indian
I for, see some lighters now, call you

Ya me, me in a which is poor in need
Ya must see, man a don, nah me no clot be
She see me, ya eye out, you no see, see, see, see
Little more me have to wild out set she see, see

She check all of me guns, she plottin' theify
Me have a half a pint fa your an Eagle eye if she it
Check the people some mortars are
Rule the with me gun like Moses rule 'em rod

Bumba clot enough ta move ya and them
Man I righteous hearted,
Pull the burn out me trunky, pack the fassey
Shots every area, foes no like me why

new Jordan and new Nike
My glocks come out when it's fa ya bashee
Ask dem ya see da band is me family
If ya ya fi never feel mornin'