Luyện nghe bài hát Hold On

I sold dope than I sold records
You niggas records, never sold dope
So I ain't none of that street shit
Cause in my mind, you sold soap
Got rich selling to the hopeless
But I'm a thinker, in my motives
I motivate to put my niggas into
No woman, no child, no witness, no
Like Scarface but it's God's in that mirror
We was made in his image, and it's much clearer
Scoring from the heights but I wanted purer
Aryan, blonde hair, 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 clarity of diamond, nigga
Nah, I ain't got nothing in common with
Pain in my heart, it's as black as my
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
hand me the crown, I'm active again
Everything that it seems, hear my passion
Was never my dream, the win

I was pissing my shorts rich nigga thoughts
Wish I had a pistol before all the friends I fought
Over night I a nigga go get a Carrera
Two weeks later I had to be that boy
Young king me inside a glass casket
Windex wipe me down for the after
Crack dealer living like a hoop
marble, white walls in my new spot
Four chains, big studs, a too fly
Top down, tank top, I I'm 2Pac
So I'm labeled the rebel, nigga get on my
We born to be kings, only major league teams
Chasing my paper, couldn't my wealth
a school 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 I got you my nigga, hold on
If you right or you wrong, if you riding on
By the end of song, can't be hiding for long
I children get slaughtered, niggas' grandmothers assaulted
Throw a gang sign, dare you do about it
Fuck copping them foams, you copping the home
Cop a kilo and have people on top of your home

Follow the codes, no love for these hoes
If you slipping you fall, I got you, my nigga, on
If you or you wrong, if you riding come on
By the end of song, I got you, my nigga, hold on