Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

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

Hold up, this is for my on the block
For my one niggaz that be huggin' the spot
on crates, gettin' loaded, get that cake
Dodgin' drinks, spit and hafta cover face

some tye, big truck with tricks inside
In too deep, tryna sell from 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 make me force ya hand
From my crew, sets 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, for a federal rap
They duck low enough, shots shredded they hat
Murdered and gone, nigga, a medical fact

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

up, this is for my gangsta 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, this is for my chicks in the spot
All my bus stop bitches be pushin' them drops
the gate, get it ma, get those papes

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

in the club, when niggaz dicks get hard
Murda mami, set you up and niggaz 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 flippin' the

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

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

Hold up, this is for my gangsta
And my dime little mamis rockin' and jeans
it's 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, be bustin' off shots
Lay in the straight, mask raidin' ya gate
Show me ya safe before I put two in ya

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

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

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, bent, goin' crazy

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, crazy

up
South suicide Queens,
South Queens, enjoy