Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

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

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

Kick tye, big truck with tricks inside
In too deep, sell bricks from the side
See no games, real niggaz from other hoods
Car titles get lost, niggaz get jooked

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

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

Hold up, 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, gettin' bent, goin'

Hold up, is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and
When it's on, know, we 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
the gate, get it ma, get those papes

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

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

All my outta state niggaz keep them ones
Guns in the air, hit you with invisible
That mean you never see it comin' nigga, two shots
I'm takin' ya nigga, if you like it or not
You either roll or get rushed, I not

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 things
In the club, bent, goin' crazy

Hold up, this is for my gangsta
And my little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When 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 gun-cock niggards, that be bustin' off
Lay in the straight, mask raidin' ya gate
Show me ya safe before I put two in ya

Dirt on my kicks, hoodies all for whips
Catch a rat nigga, leave his Bentley sittin' on
ice-pick fights in the yard
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

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

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

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South suicide Queens,
South suicide Queens,