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 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 cake
Dodgin' drinks, spit and cover they face

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

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

'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

up, this 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, crazy

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

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

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

All my state niggaz keep gettin them ones
Guns in the air, hit you invisible glocks
That mean you never see it nigga, fifty two shots
I'm takin' ya nigga, if you like it or not
You roll 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, this is for my team
And my dime little mamis rockin' and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap things
In the club, gettin' bent, crazy

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

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

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

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

Hold up, 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, gettin' bent, crazy

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

up
South suicide Queens,
suicide Queens, enjoy