Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

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

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

Kick some tye, big truck with tricks
In too deep, tryna sell from the side
See no games, real niggaz from other 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, sets the new guns off the
To slick dudes, hot and they workin' the phone booth

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

Hold up, this is for my 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, this is for my gangsta
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

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

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

Kill in the club, when dicks get hard
Murda mami, set you up and niggaz bricks get
her soul if a chick try to set my team
I'm tying her up, rep 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 see it comin' nigga, fifty two shots
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 little mamis 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 gangsta
And my dime mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, bent, goin' crazy

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

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

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

Empty the glock, hitchu disposable gats
Bust you, wipe it off, it away, it's a rap
nigga? I see you back 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' and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to them things
In the club, gettin' bent, crazy

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

up
South Queens, enjoy
suicide Queens, enjoy