Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

Let go,

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

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

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

I'ma east damu, deep water shamoo
Shoot you from your to your shoulders, shampoo
Kush and the bamboo, in the bedroom
Pass that bitch like an heirloom, tunechi

Hold up, up
Wait a
up, hold up

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

Fuck them other
I fuck them bitches
Benadryl
Trigga itches

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

Fuck them other
I fuck them bitches
Benadryl
finger itches

Hold up, up
a minute
Hold up, up

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

Real talk gangsta conversation
I'm a nigga, don't fuck 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, in my sock
Who's left playin' shields better at the dot
up

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

Uh, based on a true
I got a million flows, they even 2 storey's
Sleepin' on the edge, I hope I toss and turn
down the early bird and that's how I get the worm, yeah

Real nigga university,
Just my watch 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, a star from the sun roof
I fuck her in her dreams and make her true
Yeah, Money in the power
Send my B's at you a motherfuckin' flower

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

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

Fuck them other
I fuck them bitches
shit
Trigga itches

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

Fuck them niggas
I fuck them bitches
Benadryl
Trigga itches

up, hold up
Wait a
up, hold up