Luyện nghe bài hát Hold On (Shut Up)

[Verse 1: Gun Kelly]
here, I don't gang bang hoe I just gang bang these hoes
And i keep like eight J's rolled then I them after my shows
And I got your main thang bro on my dang-a-lang where she swang and hang an orangoutan but you dont really wanna follow me cus every one of my boys bang-a-rang
Cocaine, Cocaine, my skin white like
up like them old trains but I keep it hood with this low thing
Propane, propane, spark that like propane
On the Eastside is my domain and I kick more shit than Liu
Hold on, up, who remembers my come up?
Who remembers my ass when I had no food for my stomach?
Who my haters when I was keeping it G?
'Cause I don't remember them bitches but hoes remember me
Hold two phones, I don't call shit
boy 'cause I start shit, rager 'cause I mosh pit
And this "a" for "anarchist"
My heart is Antarctic, burn one and get car
Floating like a bitch I'm higher than the starship
up so I can't work, you would think I got paid first
Beat that pussy out the frame, you would think bitch gave birth
All these sins, you would that I hate church
Said "Thou shalt not steal", but fuck that, I'll her
[Hook: Gun Kelly]
Hold on, shut up, who my come up?
Who remembers my ass when I had no food for my stomach?
Who remembers my when I was keeping it G?
'Cause I remember them bitches but them hoes remember me
Now on, shut up, hold on, shut up
Hold on, shut up, hold on, up
Yeah, who remembers my haters when I was it G?
'Cause I don't remember them bitches but them remember me now hold on
[Verse 2: Young
I don't remember hoes, I don't remember these niggas
Fuck niggas, bitches too, all I see is these
Im in zone, have a fatty life I ain't seeing these niggas
Chances here, chances are on three with these niggas
Look all ball, no bite, all rap, no
Two of her friends get my friends so we can be friends well alright
Gun, we got one, Machine Gun I got one
See me, I'm a real nigga, he probably mad at me he's not one
Straight music, no bite, 18 door nigga snow white
You can bet a nigga if I said it nigga ten out of ten white
Tell me what's not to love, why
I want a real answer nigga, and I'll
Check my 'Rari like I'm in a roller put my shoes on and I skate
He don't like me nigga you don't know me see a side of me that's hate
Say he wanna rap about it, wanna talk about it, now you leave the city that's
Say it's coming back and locking up sounds like to me that's flake
Say you don't rock me you don't fuck with me, instead fuck around me that's great
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