Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

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

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

Kick tye, big truck with tricks inside
In too deep, tryna sell from the side
See no games, with real niggaz from 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, the new guns off the roof
To them slick dudes, hot and workin' the phone booth

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

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

up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime 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 chicks in the spot
All my bus stop bitches that be pushin' drops
Playin' the gate, get it ma, get those

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

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

All my outta state niggaz keep gettin ones
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 mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them
In the club, gettin' bent, goin'

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 them
In the club, gettin' bent, crazy

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

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

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

Empty the glock, hitchu disposable 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

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

up
South suicide Queens,
suicide Queens, enjoy