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
full of wings, turn you boys into angels

Shoot ya in your halo, shoot you like
New A-hole, Flee-o, Fuego
All my bread like bagels, they know
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 back to pickin' cotton 'cause you cotton candy

I'ma east side damu, deep shamoo
Shoot you your head to your shoulders, shampoo
and the bamboo, pussy in the bedroom
Pass bitch down like an heirloom, tunechi

Hold up, up
a minute
Hold up, up

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

Fuck other niggas
I them niggas bitches
Benadryl
Trigga finger

And we hustle till
Party sunlight
Guns in the
Don't make this a gun

them other niggas
I fuck them bitches
shit
Trigga finger

up, hold up
Wait a
up, hold up

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

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

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

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

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

nigga university, alumni
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, my spokes person

Uh, a star from the sun roof
I fuck her in her dreams and make her true
Yeah, Young Money in the
Send my B's at you like a flower

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

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

Fuck them niggas
I fuck niggas bitches
Benadryl
Trigga itches

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

Fuck them other
I fuck them niggas
shit
Trigga itches

Hold up, up
a minute
Hold up, up