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 drinks up
Ya Let's do this right, what? Yo

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

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

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

Lord, knows, I'm gonna reload and bust back
Incredible gats, indicted for a rap
They ain't low enough, shots shredded they hat
Murdered and gone, nigga, it's a fact

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

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

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

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

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

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 clap things
In the club, bent, goin' crazy

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

Sticky fingaz, the that be stickin' them spots
For all my niggards, that be bustin' off shots
Lay in the straight, black raidin' 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 ice-pick in the yard
Ten outta ten, step to me and ya life get scarred

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

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

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

up
South suicide Queens,
South suicide Queens,