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

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

Kick some tye, big truck 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 make me force ya hand
From my wild crew, the new guns off the roof
To them dudes, hot and they workin' the phone booth

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

up, this 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, gettin' bent, crazy

Hold up, this is for my gangsta
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

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

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

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

All my outta niggaz keep gettin them ones
Guns in the air, hit you with invisible
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, this is for my gangsta
And my little mamis rockin' timbs 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 mamis timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them
In the club, bent, goin' crazy

Sticky fingaz, the nigga that be them spots
For all my niggards, that be bustin' off shots
Lay in the straight, black raidin' ya gate
Show me ya safe before I put two in ya

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

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

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

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

up
South suicide Queens,
South suicide Queens,