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 Let's do this right, what? Yo

Hold up, this is for my thugs on the
For my one stop niggaz that be huggin' the
Sittin' on crates, loaded, get that cake
drinks, spit 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 from hoods
Car get lost, some niggaz get jooked

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All my outta state niggaz keep gettin them
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 roll or get rushed, I not

Hold up, this is for my gangsta
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, goin'

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

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

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

Shoot in broad daylight, bustin' at feds
Dirty cops with a ki of coke, bring 'em out
For my niggaz, stashin' bangers deep in they cots
For my grimy niggaz, under cars 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
ya Benz to a coffin nigga, straight like that

Hold up, is for my gangsta 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

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

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South suicide Queens,
South suicide Queens,