Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

Yeah, nigga, yeah, south Queens
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 on the block
For my one niggaz that be huggin' the spot
Sittin' on crates, gettin' loaded, get cake
Dodgin' drinks, spit and cover they face

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hustle that face, seven G's ya waist
Project chick, dippin' whips, 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 soul if a chick try to set my
I'm tying her up, rep till the death of
All my staircase niggaz keep flippin' the

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

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, crazy

Hold up, this is for my 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

fingaz, the nigga that be stickin' them spots
For all my gun-cock niggards, that be 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, his Bentley sittin' on bricks
Bloody fights in the yard
Ten outta ten, step to me and ya life get scarred

Shoot outs in broad daylight, bustin' at
Dirty cops a ki of coke, bring 'em out dead
For my jail niggaz, stashin' bangers deep in they
For my niggaz, hidin' 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 back in the scrap
Turn ya Benz to a coffin nigga, straight that

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

Hold up, this is for my gangsta
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'

up
South suicide Queens,
South Queens, enjoy