Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

Let go,

Bitch, I'm me, American
Weezy F baby, born in a
is my friend, I ain't far in the danger
Clip of wings, turn you boys into angels

Shoot ya in your halo, you like halo
New Orleans A-hole, Flee-o,
All about my bread like bagels, know
I'm raw Qualo, ball like gay hoes

Weed so strong, like I twist tornadoes
Spit like 9s, 4 5th's, and 3 8
Niggas problems, well, I am problematic
It's back to cotton 'cause you niggas cotton candy

I'ma side damu, deep water shamoo
Shoot you from your head to your shoulders,
Kush and the bamboo, in the bedroom
Pass that bitch down like an heirloom,

Hold up, up
a minute
Hold up, up

We hustle till
Party sunlight
in the boxes
Don't this a gun fight

Fuck them niggas
I them niggas bitches
shit
Trigga itches

And we hustle till
Party sunlight
Guns in the
Don't make this a gun

Fuck them other
I them niggas bitches
Benadryl
Trigga itches

Hold up, up
a minute
Hold up, up

Bitch, I'm streets, I rep that
Gimmie the beef, I'll put the beef in da
Kush in the sweets, your in the sheets
I that bitch, mission complete

Real nigga talk conversation
I'm a real nigga, don't fuck wit'
Young Money, nigga, ain't no
I don't games, niggas simulation

Which one of y'all niggas say ya it?
It's a fucked up world, take ya out it
That's to the glock, glock in my sock
Who's left shields better stop at the dot
up

Uh, married to the money, welcome to the reception
And she came problems, fuck it, that's my step sons
Sleepin' in the Maybach, wake me when the jet
And I keep the toast, yo' ass to bread crumbs

Uh, based on a story
I got a million flows, they even 2 storey's
Sleepin' on the edge, I I don't toss and turn
Shoot down the early bird and that's how I get the worm,

nigga university, alumni
Just check my watch and bitch say sometimes
She say when I'm in her, it feel I'm soul searchin'
And they say talks, well, it's my spokes person

Uh, grab a star the sun roof
I fuck her in her dreams and make her come
Yeah, Young Money in the
Send my B's at you a motherfuckin' flower

Hold up, hold up, up
Wait a
Hold up, up

We hustle till
till sunlight
Guns in the
Don't this a gun fight

Fuck other niggas
I them niggas bitches
Benadryl
finger itches

And we hustle nightfall
Party till
Guns in the
make this a gun fight

Fuck other niggas
I fuck them niggas
shit
Trigga itches

Hold up, up
Wait a
up, hold up