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 called vapor, inhaling the
Kill these beats human fashion
my bitch to auctions cop paintings
Gotta have a more than cain loc them Daytons
Jets x Nesph Phips fifth crack
Dope cuts motherfucker catch up, yo eyes wondering she wan' know if that's us
Heard about that spitter's and she wanna be next up
man talking about boy when I catch up
Shit bound to get all messed up and all messed up
go rest up, I be in the cut
Got a can of in the trunk
cut, word the Gucci man photo shoot
Spitta in your city homie, send them through

Yeah, hold on, let me find something to 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 I'm gone, yeah, yeah
Start a business mind own

And I stayed on my job when them got lazy
And look how I've them hood hoes to ladies
And how I've turned them Hoopties to Mercedes
And I mean that (?) was kinda
But I was too on getting bread, pay me
Now they telling all of those DJ's to me
Mama sat me down and me all about the 80's
say My favorite color was green money since a baby
The niggers turn flaky, visions shady
But no more days, I wake up out amazing
Purple give me lazy eyes like McGrady
And as on everything that first raised me
And thats on got Adidas in all flavors
Practice perfect, perfect make paper
Paper take patience, and I'm waiting
So it's fuck you pay me, I've ranned out of favors

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

I was playing my position, posted like a
Money on my mind, the bank getting thicker
out of pounds, cases of the liquor,
Surrounded by these bitches I'm far fictitious
Niggas claim G but they start to look suspicious
Hating on the planes every my name get mentioned
I'm paying no attention, I keep on up
This purp is so sticky, it's getting to my fingers
Just said 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 dropped a
My flow on point, you can tell the lingo
Christmas act of trees, I'm Kris Kringle
Blue cheese, sour dees and the kush taste
Trade it real, I am nowhere near lame-o
The plane's on the way, clear the runway and the ho

Yeah, on, let me find 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 of the house don't mean I'm gone, yeah, yeah
Start a mind your own.