Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

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

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

Kick some tye, big truck with tricks
In too deep, tryna sell bricks the side
See no games, with real niggaz other hoods
Car titles get lost, niggaz 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, the new guns off the roof
To them slick dudes, hot and workin' the phone booth

'Cuz Lord, knows, I'm reload and bust back
Incredible gats, indicted for a rap
They duck low enough, shots shredded they hat
Murdered and gone, nigga, it's a fact

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

Hold up, this is for my team
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

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 those

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

Kill in the club, when niggaz get hard
mami, set you up and niggaz bricks 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 outta niggaz keep gettin them ones
in the air, hit you with invisible glocks
That mean you see it comin' nigga, fifty two shots
I'm takin' ya nigga, if you like it or not
You either roll or get rushed, I not

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 things
In the club, bent, goin' crazy

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

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

Dirt on my kicks, hoodies all lookin' for
a rat nigga, leave his Bentley 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 with a ki of coke, bring 'em out dead
For my jail niggaz, stashin' bangers in they cots
For my grimy niggaz, hidin' under from cops

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

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

Hold up, 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'

up
South Queens, enjoy
suicide Queens, enjoy