Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

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

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

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

But God forgive me if a 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 slick dudes, hot and they workin' the phone

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

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

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

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 those

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

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

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

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 them things
In the club, bent, goin' crazy

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

Sticky fingaz, the nigga be stickin' them spots
For all my niggards, that be bustin' off shots
Lay in the straight, black mask raidin' ya
me ya safe before 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 fights in the
Ten times outta ten, to me and ya life get scarred

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

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

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

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

up
South Queens, enjoy
South suicide Queens,