Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

Let go,

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

Shoot ya in your halo, shoot you 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, like I twist tornadoes
like 9s, 4 5th's, and 3 8 oh's
Niggas want problems, well, I am
It's back to cotton 'cause you niggas cotton candy

I'ma east damu, deep water shamoo
Shoot you from your head to your shoulders,
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 till
Guns in the
Don't make this a gun

Fuck them niggas
I fuck niggas bitches
shit
Trigga itches

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

Fuck other niggas
I fuck them niggas
Benadryl
Trigga itches

Hold up, up
Wait a
up, hold up

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

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

one of y'all niggas say ya 'bout it?
It's a fucked up world, T-Streets ya out it
word to the glock, glock in my sock
Who's left shields 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 step
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, ain't even 2 storey's
Sleepin' on the edge, I I don't toss and turn
Shoot down the early bird and how I get the worm, yeah

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

Uh, grab a star the sun roof
I fuck her in her dreams and make her 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 till nightfall
Party sunlight
in the boxes
Don't make this a gun

them other niggas
I them niggas bitches
Benadryl
finger itches

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

Fuck them other
I fuck niggas bitches
shit
Trigga finger

Hold up, up
Wait a
Hold up, up