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 thugs on the
For my one niggaz that be huggin' the spot
on crates, gettin' loaded, get that cake
Dodgin' drinks, spit and cover they face

Kick some tye, big truck tricks inside
In too deep, tryna sell bricks the side
See no games, real 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, sets the new guns off the
To them dudes, hot and they workin' the phone booth

'Cuz Lord, knows, I'm gonna reload and bust
gats, indicted for a federal rap
They ain't duck low enough, shredded they hat
Murdered and gone, nigga, it's a fact

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 them things
In the club, bent, goin' crazy

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 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 papes

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

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

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

Hold up, this is for my gangsta
And my dime little mamis rockin' and jeans
When it's on, know, we afraid to clap them things
In the club, bent, goin' crazy

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

Sticky fingaz, the nigga that be 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
a rat nigga, leave his Bentley sittin' on bricks
Bloody ice-pick in the yard
Ten times outta ten, step to me and ya get scarred

outs 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 niggaz, hidin' under cars from cops

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

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, crazy

up, this is for my gangsta 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, crazy

up
South Queens, enjoy
South Queens, enjoy