Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

Yeah, nigga, yeah, south suicide
right, Q U, nigga, yea yea
Shit like that, know what Im sayin', put drinks up
Ya heard? Let's do this right, 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 that
Dodgin' drinks, spit and hafta cover they

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

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

Lord, knows, I'm gonna reload and bust back
Incredible gats, indicted for a rap
They duck low enough, shots shredded they hat
Murdered and gone, nigga, it's a fact

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

up, this is for my gangsta 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, crazy

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

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

Kill in the club, niggaz dicks get hard
mami, set you up and niggaz bricks get robbed
Help her soul if a 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 keep gettin them ones
Guns in the air, hit you with glocks
That mean you never see it comin' nigga, two shots
I'm ya block nigga, if you like it or not
You either roll or get rushed, I not

Hold up, this is for my gangsta
And my little mamis rockin' 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 rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, 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 before I put two in ya face

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

Shoot outs in broad daylight, at feds
Dirty with a ki of coke, bring 'em out dead
For my jail niggaz, stashin' bangers in they cots
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 nigga? I see you back in the hood
Turn ya Benz to a nigga, straight like that

up, this 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, gettin' bent, crazy

Hold up, is for my gangsta team
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, crazy

up
South Queens, enjoy
South suicide Queens,