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 Let's do this right, what? Yo

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

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

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

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

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, goin'

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

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

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

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

up, this 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, bent, goin' crazy

Hold up, this is for my 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, crazy

fingaz, the nigga that be stickin' them spots
For all my gun-cock niggards, that be off shots
Lay in the straight, black mask ya gate
Show me ya safe I put two in ya face

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

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

Empty the glock, hitchu disposable gats
you, wipe it off, throw it away, it's a rap
What I see you back in the hood scrap
Turn ya Benz to a coffin nigga, like that

Hold up, 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, goin'

up, this is for my gangsta 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'

up
South suicide Queens,
suicide Queens, enjoy