Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

Yeah, nigga, yeah, south suicide
right, Q U, nigga, yea yea
Shit that, know what Im sayin', put these drinks up
Ya heard? Let's do this right, Yo

Hold up, this is for my thugs on the
For my one niggaz that be huggin' the spot
Sittin' on crates, gettin' loaded, get that
Dodgin' drinks, spit and hafta cover they

Kick some tye, big with tricks inside
In too deep, tryna sell bricks the side
See no games, with niggaz from other hoods
Car titles get lost, some niggaz get

But God forgive me if a nigga the fam
Holdin' the heat, the streets'll me force ya hand
From my wild crew, sets the new guns off the
To them slick dudes, hot and they workin' the phone

'Cuz Lord, knows, I'm gonna reload and back
Incredible gats, for a federal rap
ain't duck low enough, shots shredded they hat
Murdered and gone, nigga, a medical fact

Hold up, is for my gangsta team
And my little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, crazy

Hold up, this is for my team
And my little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to them things
In the club, gettin' bent, crazy

Hold up, this is for my in the spot
All my bus stop bitches that be pushin' drops
Playin' the gate, get it ma, get papes

Hustle face, seven G's below ya waist
chick, dippin' whips, cruisin' the strip
Gettin' for tuition, go to school and she strip

Kill in the club, niggaz dicks get hard
Murda mami, set you up and niggaz bricks get
Help her soul if a try to set my team
I'm tying her up, rep till the of Queens
All my staircase niggaz flippin' the jun's

All my outta niggaz keep gettin them ones
in the air, hit you with invisible glocks
That mean you never see it comin' nigga, two shots
I'm ya block nigga, if you like it or not
You roll or get rushed, I guess not

Hold up, this is for my team
And my little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, crazy

Hold up, this is for my team
And my dime little rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin'

fingaz, the nigga that be stickin' them spots
For all my gun-cock niggards, be bustin' off shots
Lay in the straight, black mask raidin' ya
me ya safe before I put two in ya face

Dirt on my kicks, hoodies all for whips
Catch a rat nigga, leave his Bentley sittin' on
ice-pick fights in the yard
Ten outta ten, step to me and ya life get scarred

Shoot outs in daylight, bustin' at feds
cops with a ki of coke, bring 'em out dead
For my jail niggaz, stashin' bangers deep in they
For my grimy niggaz, hidin' under cars from

Empty the glock, hitchu with gats
you, wipe it off, throw it away, it's a rap
What nigga? I see you back in the scrap
Turn ya Benz to a nigga, straight like that

up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them
In the club, bent, goin' crazy

Hold up, this is for my team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap things
In the club, gettin' bent, crazy

up
South suicide Queens,
suicide Queens, enjoy