Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

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

Hold up, this is for my on the block
For my one stop niggaz that be the spot
Sittin' on crates, gettin' loaded, get cake
Dodgin' drinks, and hafta 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 me if a nigga cross the fam
Holdin' the heat, the streets'll me force ya hand
From my wild crew, the new guns 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 shredded hat
and gone, nigga, it's a medical fact

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

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

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

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

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

All my outta state keep gettin them ones
in the air, hit you with invisible glocks
That mean you never see it comin' nigga, fifty two
I'm takin' ya 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' 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 gangsta
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'

fingaz, the nigga that 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 I put two in ya face

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

outs in broad daylight, bustin' at feds
Dirty cops with a ki of coke, bring 'em out
For my jail niggaz, stashin' bangers deep in they
For my grimy niggaz, hidin' under cars cops

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

up, this is for my gangsta 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, crazy

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

up
South suicide Queens,
South suicide Queens,