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 these up
Ya Let's do this right, what? Yo

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

Kick some tye, big truck tricks inside
In too deep, sell bricks from the side
See no games, with real niggaz other hoods
Car get lost, some 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, sets the new off the roof
To slick dudes, hot and they workin' the phone booth

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

Hold up, this is for my gangsta
And my little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
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 little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
it's 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 face, seven G's below ya waist
Project chick, whips, cruisin' the strip
Gettin' for tuition, go to school and she strip

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 niggaz keep flippin' the jun's

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

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, goin'

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

Sticky fingaz, the nigga that be them spots
For all my gun-cock niggards, be bustin' off shots
Lay in the straight, mask 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, leave his Bentley on bricks
Bloody ice-pick in the yard
Ten times outta ten, 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, bangers deep in they cots
For my grimy niggaz, under cars from cops

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

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

up
South suicide Queens,
South suicide Queens,