Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

Let go,

Bitch, I'm me, gangsta
Weezy F baby, born in a
Trouble is my friend, I ain't far in the
Clip full of wings, turn you into angels

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

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' 'cause you niggas 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 an heirloom, tunechi

Hold up, up
a minute
Hold up, up

We hustle nightfall
Party sunlight
in the boxes
Don't make this a gun

Fuck other niggas
I them niggas bitches
Benadryl
Trigga itches

And we till nightfall
till sunlight
Guns in the
make this a gun fight

Fuck them other
I fuck them bitches
shit
Trigga itches

up, hold up
Wait a
up, hold 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 fucked bitch, mission complete

Real nigga talk conversation
I'm a nigga, don't fuck wit' imitations
Young Money, nigga, no limitations
I play games, niggas simulation

Which one of y'all say ya 'bout it?
It's a fucked up world, take ya out it
That's word to the glock, glock in my
Who's left shields better stop at the dot
up

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

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

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

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

Hold up, hold up, up
Wait a
up, hold up

We hustle nightfall
Party till
in the boxes
Don't this a gun fight

Fuck them niggas
I fuck niggas bitches
shit
Trigga finger

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

Fuck other niggas
I them niggas bitches
shit
Trigga itches

up, hold up
Wait a
up, hold up