Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

Let go,

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

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

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

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

up, hold up
Wait a
Hold up, up

We hustle till
Party till
Guns in the
make this a gun fight

Fuck them other
I fuck them niggas
Benadryl
Trigga itches

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

them other niggas
I fuck them bitches
shit
Trigga itches

Hold up, up
Wait a
Hold up, 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 fucked that bitch, complete

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

Which one of niggas say ya 'bout it?
It's a up world, T-Streets take ya out it
word to the glock, 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 bread

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

Real nigga university,
check my watch and that bitch say sometimes
She say I'm in her, it feel 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 and make her come true
Yeah, Money in the power
Send my B's at you like a motherfuckin'

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

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

Fuck them niggas
I fuck them bitches
Benadryl
Trigga finger

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

them other niggas
I fuck niggas bitches
Benadryl
Trigga itches

Hold up, up
Wait a
up, hold up