Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

Yeah, nigga, yeah, south suicide
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 niggaz that be huggin' the spot
Sittin' on crates, gettin' loaded, get cake
Dodgin' drinks, spit and cover they face

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

But God forgive me if a nigga the fam
Holdin' the heat, the streets'll make me force ya
From my wild crew, sets the new off the roof
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 low enough, shots shredded they hat
Murdered and gone, nigga, it's a medical

up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis 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
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them
In the club, gettin' bent, goin'

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

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

in the club, when 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 tying her up, rep the death of Queens
All my staircase keep flippin' the jun's

All my outta state niggaz keep them ones
Guns in the air, hit you invisible glocks
That mean you see it comin' nigga, fifty two shots
I'm takin' ya block nigga, if you it or not
You either roll or get rushed, I not

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

fingaz, the nigga that be stickin' them spots
For all my gun-cock niggards, that be bustin' off
Lay in the straight, black raidin' ya gate
Show me ya before 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 times ten, step to me and ya life get scarred

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

Empty the glock, with disposable gats
you, wipe 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 gangsta
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, crazy

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

up
South Queens, enjoy
South suicide Queens,