Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

Let go,

Bitch, I'm me, American
Weezy F baby, born in a
Trouble is my friend, I far in the danger
full of wings, turn you boys into angels

Shoot ya in your halo, you like halo
New Orleans A-hole, Flee-o,
All about my bread like bagels, know
I'm raw like Qualo, ball like gay

Weed so strong, it's like I tornadoes
like 9s, 4 5th's, and 3 8 oh's
Niggas want problems, well, I am
It's back to pickin' cotton 'cause you cotton candy

I'ma east side damu, deep shamoo
you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo
Kush and the bamboo, pussy in the
Pass that bitch like an heirloom, tunechi

Hold up, up
a minute
Hold up, up

We hustle till
Party till
in the boxes
Don't make this a gun

them other niggas
I fuck niggas bitches
shit
Trigga finger

And we till nightfall
till sunlight
Guns in the
make this a gun fight

Fuck them niggas
I fuck niggas bitches
shit
Trigga itches

Hold up, up
a minute
Hold up, up

Bitch, I'm streets, I rep east
the beef, I'll put the beef in da grease
Kush in the sweets, bitch in the sheets
I fucked that bitch, mission

Real talk gangsta conversation
I'm a real nigga, fuck wit' imitations
Money, nigga, ain't no limitations
I play games, niggas simulation

Which one of y'all niggas say ya it?
a fucked up world, T-Streets take ya out it
That's to the glock, glock in my sock
Who's playin' shields better stop at the dot
up

Uh, to the money, you're welcome to the reception
And she came with problems, fuck it, that's my step
Sleepin' in the Maybach, wake me when the jet
And I keep the toast, turn yo' ass to crumbs

Uh, on a true story
I got a million flows, they ain't 2 storey's
Sleepin' on the edge, I I don't toss and turn
Shoot the early bird and that's how I get the worm, yeah

Real nigga university,
Just check my watch and that say sometimes
She say when I'm in her, it feel like I'm soul
And they say money talks, well, it's my person

Uh, grab a from the sun roof
I fuck her in her dreams and make her true
Yeah, Young in the power
Send my B's at you like a flower

up, hold up, hold up
Wait a
Hold up, up

We hustle till
Party till
Guns in the
Don't make a gun fight

Fuck other niggas
I fuck them bitches
shit
Trigga finger

And we till nightfall
Party sunlight
in the boxes
Don't this a gun fight

them other niggas
I them niggas bitches
Benadryl
finger itches

Hold up, up
Wait a
Hold up, up