Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

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

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

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

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

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

Hold up, this is for my gangsta
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 gangsta
And my dime little rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them
In the club, gettin' bent, 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 ya waist
Project chick, dippin' whips, the strip
Gettin' money for tuition, go to and she strip

in the club, when 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 her up, rep till the death of Queens
All my staircase keep 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, fifty two
I'm takin' ya block nigga, if you it or not
You either or get rushed, I guess not

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

Hold up, this is for my gangsta
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

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

Dirt on my kicks, all lookin' for whips
Catch a rat nigga, leave his sittin' on bricks
Bloody fights in the yard
Ten times outta ten, step to me and ya life get

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

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

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

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

up
South suicide Queens,
South suicide Queens,