Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

Yeah, nigga, yeah, suicide Queens
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 that be huggin' the spot
Sittin' on crates, gettin' loaded, get that
Dodgin' drinks, spit and hafta they face

Kick some tye, big truck tricks inside
In too deep, tryna sell from 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 make me force ya hand
From my crew, sets the new guns off the roof
To them slick dudes, hot and they workin' the phone

'Cuz Lord, knows, I'm gonna and bust back
Incredible gats, for a federal rap
ain't duck low enough, shots shredded they 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 it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap things
In the club, bent, goin' crazy

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, bent, goin' crazy

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

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

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

All my outta state niggaz gettin them ones
in the air, hit you with invisible glocks
That mean you see it comin' nigga, fifty two shots
I'm takin' ya nigga, if you like it or not
You either or get rushed, I guess not

Hold up, is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' and jeans
When it's on, know, we afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, crazy

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 clap them
In the club, bent, goin' crazy

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

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

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

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 mamis timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them
In the club, gettin' bent, goin'

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

up
South suicide Queens,
suicide Queens, enjoy