Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Me Down

Mm-hmm, hold me down, me down, hold me down
Ah yeah hold me down, yeah, hold me down
up, ye-yeah, a-yeh, to hold me down, hold me down
Word to, everybody that, me down, yo, what?

Aiyyo P back me up now, hold me
While I go this town, snatchin' crowns
From supposed, wannabe rap vocalists
If you get your rope and dosey-do in this
Let me know somethin' you wanna Let's go somethin'
If not, your mouth and say nothing
Y'all imitations, up the whole situation
With sucker MC

Aiyyo straight up, you light better get your weight up
I'm benchin' hundred and change, starvin cats get ate up
Ain't that ill? How I can just stare and watch the spill
From an unknown rapper but now the no thrill
Now how real is that? gats, knifes and bats
Hot rhyme, status, the hot wax
with the street slang is where it's at
Perhaps, you should your mouth kid and slide back

Yo E, me down
I'm you down
Yo P, hold me
I'm holdin' you
Yo E, hold me
I'm you down
PMD, me down
I'm holdin' you

Yo E, hold me
I'm you down
PMD, hold me
I'm you down
Yo E, hold me
I'm you down
PMD, hold me
I'm you down

You got shit harder than this, Erick and Parrish Smith?
What's this? Piped out five, with the
And to back it, keep it rugged never wack kid
This ain't just rhymin', God's on the way and he's
Who's been the rules, two noided, so we strap tools
And cool, this go out to the cats in school
It's not the norm, bond, so get ready for the rainstorm

Too hot, fuck lukewarm, when we
Yeah we swarm with the bee effect, zzzzz, sting 'em
Like Muhammad, set the scene I'm on CEO's, A&R's
Street team to a for the cream, we damage ya
On light-skinned, dark-skinned, albino, from a
, or wino, bring the Ultra-ment, stick you with the Magnetic
Give a shout, to them cats, rap diabetics

Yo P, me down
I'm holdin' you
Yo E, hold me
I'm you down
Yo PMD, me down
I'm you down
Yo E, hold me
I'm holdin' you

Yo PMD, me down
I'm you down
E-Dub, hold me
I'm holdin' you
Mic Doc, hold me
I'm you down
Green Eyed Bandit, it down
Yeah, I'm you down

Niggaz tryin' to jam the frequency, on the low
be peepin' me and the E, DJ Scratch, EPMD
The Dream Team, who fiend for the cream since
Dodgin' po-nine and marks, the high beams
God-body, rap style, Mazerrati bodies
E Double holdin' shit down the sawed off shotty

What you thought? We takin' more than nickels and
Get the fuck out of here, nothin' sweet here, you get your shit
I spit flames at when done, you can smell the Sermon aroma
In a coma, burned to death, man listen, did he
The kicked to the curb, ass whippin'? Believe you me, it was his
For the to end for fuckin' with men

P and I got somethin' for all who stand tall
And dose dat like to ball, so we ball Spalding
In the time of who you calling when your career is falling?
Way down, you've been hit, lay down, hit the
Don't get up, stay down, relax a minute, you
Put two cents in it now you up a creek
In the back of a car that's