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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hold up, 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, gettin' bent, goin'

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

Sticky fingaz, the nigga be stickin' them spots
For all my gun-cock niggards, that be bustin' off
Lay in the straight, black raidin' ya gate
Show me ya safe I put two in ya face

Dirt on my kicks, hoodies all lookin' for
Catch a rat nigga, leave his sittin' on bricks
Bloody ice-pick in the yard
Ten times outta ten, 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 deep in cots
For my grimy niggaz, hidin' under cars from

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

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

up
South suicide Queens,
suicide Queens, enjoy