Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

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

up, this is for my thugs on the block
For my one stop niggaz that be the spot
Sittin' on crates, loaded, get that cake
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 niggaz from other hoods
Car titles get lost, niggaz get jooked

But God me if a nigga cross the fam
Holdin' the heat, the make me force ya hand
From my wild crew, the new guns off the roof
To them 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 they hat
Murdered and gone, nigga, a medical fact

Hold up, this is for my team
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, goin'

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

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

Kill in the club, niggaz dicks get hard
Murda mami, set you up and 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 state keep gettin them ones
Guns in the air, hit you invisible glocks
That mean you never see it comin' nigga, fifty two
I'm takin' ya nigga, if you like it or not
You either or get rushed, I guess not

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 clap things
In the club, bent, goin' crazy

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

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

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

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

Empty the glock, with disposable gats
Bust you, wipe it off, 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 rockin' and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them
In the club, bent, goin' crazy

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

up
South suicide Queens,
suicide Queens, enjoy