Luyện nghe bài hát Hold On

I sold more dope than I records
You sold records, never sold dope
So I ain't hearing none of that street
Cause in my mind, you sold soap
Got selling hope to the hopeless
But I'm a thinker, methodic in my
I to put my niggas into motors
No woman, no child, no witness, no
Scarface but it's God's face in that mirror
We was made in his image, and it's much clearer
Scoring from the heights but I mine purer
Aryan, hair, blue-eyed like the Führer
The judge and the jury, the mad froze
Water colors on my neck, fuck rhyming you blinding niggas
We ain't the same color clarity of diamond,
Nah, I ain't got nothing in common with
Pain in my heart, it's as as my skin
They tipping the scale for these to win
No reading, no writing, us savage of men
praying for jail but I mastered the pen
Descendant kings, we at it again
Just hand me the crown, I'm again
Everything that it seems, my passion again
Was never my dream, the win

I was pissing my shorts having nigga thoughts
Wish I had a pistol before all the friends I fought
Over night I seen a go get a Carrera
Two later I had to be that boy pallbearer
Young king bury me inside a casket
Windex wipe me down for the after
Crack dealer living like a hoop
Black marble, white in my new spot
Four chains, big studs, a too fly
Top down, top, I think I'm 2Pac
So I'm labeled the rebel, get on my level
We were born to be kings, major league teams
Chasing my paper, couldn't my wealth
Built a in Ethiopia, should enroll in myself
God and mind, food for the soul
you feeding on hate, you empty, my nigga, it shows
Follow the codes, no love for these hoes
If you slip and you fall I got you my nigga, on
If you or you wrong, if you riding come on
By the end of this song, be hiding for long
I seen children get slaughtered, grandmothers assaulted
Throw a sign, dare you do something about it
Fuck copping them foams, when you copping the
Cop a kilo and have people on top of your home

Follow the codes, ain't no love for these
If you you fall, I got you, my nigga, hold on
If you right or you wrong, if you come on
By the end of song, I got you, my nigga, hold on