Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

Let go,

Bitch, I'm me, gangsta
F baby, born in a manger
Trouble is my friend, I far in the danger
Clip of wings, turn you boys into angels

Shoot ya in halo, shoot you like halo
New A-hole, Flee-o, Fuego
All about my bread bagels, they know
I'm raw like Qualo, ball like gay

Weed so strong, it's like I twist
Spit like 9s, 4 5th's, and 3 8
Niggas want problems, well, I am
It's back to pickin' cotton 'cause you cotton candy

east side damu, deep water shamoo
Shoot you your head to your shoulders, shampoo
and the bamboo, pussy in the bedroom
Pass that bitch down like an heirloom,

Hold up, up
a minute
Hold up, up

We hustle till
Party till
Guns in the
Don't make this a gun

Fuck other niggas
I fuck them bitches
shit
Trigga itches

And we hustle till
Party sunlight
in the boxes
Don't make a gun fight

Fuck them niggas
I them niggas bitches
Benadryl
Trigga itches

up, hold up
Wait a
Hold up, up

Bitch, I'm streets, I rep that
Gimmie the beef, I'll put the beef in da
Kush in the sweets, your in the sheets
I that bitch, mission complete

Real nigga gangsta conversation
I'm a real nigga, don't wit' imitations
Money, nigga, ain't no limitations
I don't play games, niggas

Which one of niggas say ya 'bout it?
It's a fucked up world, T-Streets ya out it
That's word to the glock, glock in my
left playin' shields better stop at the dot
up

Uh, to the money, you're welcome to the reception
And she came problems, fuck it, that's my step sons
in the Maybach, wake me when the jet come
And I keep the toast, turn yo' ass to crumbs

Uh, based on a story
I got a million flows, they ain't even 2
on the edge, I hope I don't toss and turn
Shoot down the bird and that's how I get the worm, yeah

Real nigga university,
Just check my and that bitch say sometimes
She say when I'm in her, it like I'm soul searchin'
And they say money talks, well, it's my person

Uh, grab a star from the sun
I her in her dreams and make her come true
Yeah, Young in the power
Send my B's at you like a motherfuckin'

Hold up, hold up, up
a minute
Hold up, up

We till nightfall
till sunlight
Guns in the
make this a gun fight

Fuck them other
I fuck niggas bitches
shit
Trigga finger

And we hustle nightfall
till sunlight
Guns in the
Don't make a gun fight

them other niggas
I them niggas bitches
shit
Trigga finger

Hold up, up
a minute
Hold up, up