Luyện nghe bài hát Hold On

Hey yo, oh
A for my dogs, a crib for my main, bitch
I've a man and I am still stainless
Haters vapor, inhaling the anguish
Kill beats human fashion painless
Cellphone my bitch to cop paintings
Gotta have a than cain loc wanted them Daytons
Jets x Phips fifth crack lacerations
Dope cuts catch up, yo girl eyes wondering she wan' know if that's us
Heard that spitter's stroke and she wanna be next up
Only man talking boy when I catch up
Shit bound to get all messed up and that's all up
go rest up, I be in the cut
Got a can of ozium in the
Fresh cut, word the Gucci man photo
Spitta in city homie, send them hoes through

Yeah, hold on, let me find something to up on
Baby girl hold on, let me something to roll up on
Car in the driveway mean I'm home
One night in front of the house don't I'm gone, yeah, yeah
Start a mind your own

And I stayed on my job when nigga got lazy
And how I've changed them hood hoes to ladies
And look how I've turned them Hoopties to
And I that (?) was kinda crazy
But I was too focused on bread, pay me
Now they all of those DJ's to play me
Mama sat me down and told me all about the
say My favorite was green like money since a baby
The turn flaky, visions turn shady
But no great days, I wake up out amazing
Purple haze give me lazy eyes like
And as on that dirty first raised me
And on everything got Adidas in all flavors
Practice make perfect, perfect make
Paper patience, and I'm still waiting
So it's fuck you pay me, I've ranned out of favors

Yeah, on, let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl hold on, let me find something to up on
Car in the driveway don't I'm home
One night in front of the house don't mean I'm gone, yeah,
in this mighty young

I was playing my position, like a center
on my mind, the bank account getting thicker
Blowing out of pounds, of the liquor,
by these bitches I'm far from fictitious
Niggas claim they G but they start to suspicious
Hating on the every time my name get mentioned
I'm no attention, I keep on twisting up
purp is so sticky, it's getting stuck to my fingers
Just we're here, hitting the game from all angles
Got it in the choke is more like a strangle
You say I'm one of the best and I ain't ever a single
My flow on point, you can tell from the
Christmas act of trees, I'm smoking Kris
Blue cheese, sour dees and the kush taste
Trade keep it real, I am nowhere near
The plane's on the way, the runway and the lanes ho

Yeah, hold on, let me something to roll up on
Baby girl on, let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don't I'm home
One night in front of the house don't mean I'm gone, yeah,
a business mind your own.