Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

Yeah, nigga, yeah, south Queens
right, Q U, nigga, yea yea
Shit that, know what Im sayin', put these drinks up
Ya heard? Let's do this right, Yo

up, this is for my thugs on the block
For my one stop that be huggin' the spot
on crates, gettin' loaded, get that cake
Dodgin' drinks, and hafta cover they face

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

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

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

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

up, this is for my gangsta 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, goin'

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

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

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

All my outta state niggaz keep gettin them
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 either roll or get rushed, I not

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

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

Dirt on my kicks, hoodies all for whips
Catch a rat nigga, leave his Bentley on bricks
Bloody ice-pick in the yard
Ten times outta ten, step to me and ya get scarred

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

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

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

up
South Queens, enjoy
South Queens, enjoy