Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

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

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

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

But God forgive me if a nigga the fam
Holdin' the heat, the streets'll make me ya hand
From my wild crew, the new guns off the roof
To slick dudes, hot and they workin' the phone booth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hold up, is for my gangsta team
And my little 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, 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, 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
me ya safe before I put two in ya face

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

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

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

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

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

up
South Queens, enjoy
suicide Queens, enjoy