Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

Let go,

Bitch, I'm me, gangsta
Weezy F baby, in a manger
Trouble is my friend, I ain't far in the
Clip full of wings, turn you into angels

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

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

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

Hold up, up
a minute
Hold up, up

We till nightfall
till sunlight
Guns in the
Don't make this a gun

Fuck other niggas
I them niggas bitches
shit
Trigga finger

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

Fuck them niggas
I fuck niggas bitches
Benadryl
Trigga itches

up, hold up
Wait a
Hold up, up

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

Real talk gangsta conversation
I'm a nigga, don't fuck wit' imitations
Money, nigga, ain't no limitations
I don't play games, niggas

Which one of y'all say ya 'bout it?
It's a fucked up world, T-Streets ya out it
That's to the glock, glock in my sock
Who's playin' shields better stop at the dot
up

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

Uh, on a true story
I got a flows, they ain't even 2 storey's
Sleepin' on the edge, I hope I don't and turn
Shoot down the early and that's how I get the worm, yeah

Real nigga university,
Just check my watch and that say sometimes
She say when I'm in her, it like I'm soul searchin'
And they say money talks, well, it's my person

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

Hold up, up, hold up
a minute
Hold up, up

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

Fuck them niggas
I fuck them niggas
Benadryl
Trigga itches

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

Fuck other niggas
I fuck them bitches
shit
Trigga itches

Hold up, up
Wait a
up, hold up