Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

Let go,

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

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

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

I'ma east side damu, water shamoo
you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo
Kush and the bamboo, pussy in the
Pass that down like an heirloom, tunechi

up, hold up
Wait a
Hold up, up

We till nightfall
Party sunlight
in the boxes
Don't make a gun fight

Fuck them niggas
I fuck them bitches
shit
Trigga finger

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

Fuck them other
I them niggas bitches
Benadryl
finger itches

Hold up, up
a minute
Hold up, up

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

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

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

Uh, married to the money, you're welcome to the
And she came with problems, fuck it, that's my sons
Sleepin' in the Maybach, me when the jet come
And I keep the toast, turn yo' ass to bread

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck them niggas
I fuck them niggas
shit
Trigga itches

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

them other niggas
I fuck them bitches
Benadryl
finger itches

Hold up, up
Wait a
up, hold up