Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

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

Hold up, this is for my on the block
For my one stop that be huggin' the spot
Sittin' on crates, gettin' loaded, get 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 niggaz from other
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 crew, sets the new guns off the roof
To them slick dudes, hot and they the phone booth

'Cuz Lord, knows, I'm gonna reload and back
Incredible gats, indicted for a 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 dime little rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we 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 to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin'

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 those

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

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

All my state niggaz keep gettin them ones
Guns in the air, hit you with invisible
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

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

Sticky fingaz, the nigga be stickin' them spots
For all my niggards, that 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, all lookin' for whips
a rat nigga, leave his Bentley sittin' on bricks
Bloody ice-pick in the yard
Ten outta ten, step to me and ya life get scarred

Shoot in broad daylight, bustin' at feds
Dirty cops 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

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 dime little mamis rockin' 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 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, crazy

up
South suicide Queens,
suicide Queens, enjoy