Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

Yeah, nigga, yeah, south suicide
right, Q U, nigga, yea yea
Shit like that, know what Im sayin', put these 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 the spot
Sittin' on crates, gettin' loaded, get cake
Dodgin' drinks, spit and hafta they face

some tye, big truck with tricks inside
In too deep, tryna bricks 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 streets'll make me ya hand
From my wild crew, sets the new guns off the
To them slick dudes, hot and they workin' the phone

'Cuz Lord, knows, I'm gonna reload and bust
gats, indicted for a federal rap
They duck low enough, shots shredded they hat
and gone, nigga, it's a medical fact

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, gettin' bent, goin'

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

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

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

Kill in the club, when dicks get hard
Murda mami, set you up and niggaz bricks get
her soul 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 outta state niggaz gettin them ones
Guns in the air, hit you invisible glocks
mean you never see it comin' nigga, fifty two shots
I'm ya block nigga, if you like it or not
You either or get rushed, I guess not

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, bent, goin' crazy

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

Sticky fingaz, the nigga be stickin' them spots
For all my gun-cock niggards, 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, hoodies all for whips
a rat nigga, leave his Bentley sittin' on bricks
Bloody ice-pick fights in the
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, bring 'em out
For my niggaz, stashin' bangers deep in they cots
For my grimy niggaz, hidin' under cars from

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

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

up
South suicide Queens,
suicide Queens, enjoy