Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

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

Hold up, this is for my on the block
For my one stop niggaz that be huggin' the
on crates, gettin' loaded, get that cake
Dodgin' drinks, spit and hafta cover face

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

But God me if a nigga cross the fam
Holdin' the heat, the streets'll make me force ya
From my wild crew, sets the new off the roof
To slick dudes, hot and they 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, shots shredded hat
Murdered and gone, nigga, it's a fact

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hold up, is for my gangsta 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, crazy

up, this is for my gangsta team
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, goin'

up
South Queens, enjoy
South Queens, enjoy