Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

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

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

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

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

'Cuz Lord, knows, I'm gonna and bust back
Incredible gats, indicted for a rap
They ain't duck low enough, shredded they hat
Murdered and gone, nigga, it's a fact

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

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

Hold up, this is for my chicks in the
All my bus bitches that be pushin' them drops
the gate, get it ma, get those papes

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

Kill in the club, when niggaz get hard
mami, set you up and niggaz bricks get robbed
Help her soul if a try to set my team
I'm tying her up, rep till the death of
All my staircase niggaz keep flippin' the

All my outta state niggaz keep gettin them
Guns in the air, hit you with invisible
That mean you see it comin' nigga, fifty two shots
I'm takin' ya nigga, if you like it or not
You either or get rushed, I guess not

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

up
South Queens, enjoy
suicide Queens, enjoy