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

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

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

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

Hold up, 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'

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

Hold up, this is for my chicks in the
All my bus stop bitches that be pushin' them
Playin' the gate, get it ma, get those

that face, seven G's below ya waist
Project chick, 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 niggaz get robbed
her soul if a chick try to set my team
I'm her up, rep till the death of Queens
All my niggaz keep flippin' the jun's

All my outta state niggaz gettin them ones
Guns in the air, hit you with invisible
That mean you never see it comin' nigga, two shots
I'm takin' ya nigga, if you like it or not
You either roll or get rushed, I not

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

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

Sticky fingaz, the nigga that be them spots
For all my gun-cock niggards, that be bustin' off
Lay in the straight, black mask raidin' ya
Show me ya safe 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 in the yard
Ten times ten, step to me and ya life get scarred

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

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

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

up
South suicide Queens,
South suicide Queens,