Luyện nghe bài hát Hold On

I sold dope than I sold records
You niggas records, never sold dope
So I ain't hearing none of that street
Cause in my mind, you mothafuckas soap
Got rich selling hope to the
But I'm a thinker, in my motives
I motivate to put my into motors
No woman, no child, no witness, no
Like but it's God's face in that mirror
We was made in his image, dialing and it's clearer
Scoring from the but I wanted mine purer
Aryan, blonde hair, like the Führer
The judge and the jury, the mad froze
Water colors on my neck, fuck when you blinding niggas
We ain't the same clarity of diamond, nigga
Nah, I ain't got in common with yous
in my heart, it's as black as my skin
They tipping the for these crackers to win
No reading, no writing, us savage of men
They for jail but I mastered the pen
Descendant from kings, we at it
Just me the crown, I'm active again
Everything it seems, hear my passion again
Was never my dream, the win

I was pissing my shorts having rich thoughts
I had a pistol before all the friends I done fought
Over night I seen a go get a Carrera
Two weeks later I had to be that boy
Young king bury me inside a glass
wipe me down for the life after
Crack living like a hoop star
Black marble, white walls in my new
chains, big studs, a nigga too fly
Top down, tank top, I I'm 2Pac
So I'm the rebel, nigga get on my level
We born to be kings, only major league teams
Chasing my paper, couldn't fathom my
a school in Ethiopia, should enroll in myself
God body and mind, for the soul
When you on hate, you empty, my nigga, it shows
Follow the codes, no love for these hoes
If you slip and you fall I got you my nigga, on
If you right or you wrong, if you riding on
By the end of this song, can't be for long
I seen children get slaughtered, grandmothers assaulted
Throw a gang sign, you do something about it
Fuck copping them foams, when you copping the
Cop a kilo and have them people on top of home

Follow the codes, no love for these hoes
If you you fall, I got you, my nigga, hold on
If you right or you wrong, if you riding on
By the end of song, I got you, my nigga, hold on