Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

Yeah, nigga, yeah, south Queens
right, Q U, nigga, yea yea
Shit like that, what Im sayin', put these drinks up
Ya heard? Let's do right, what? Yo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

fingaz, the nigga that be stickin' them spots
For all my niggards, that be bustin' off shots
Lay in the straight, black mask raidin' ya
Show me ya safe before I put two in ya

Dirt on my kicks, hoodies all lookin' for
a rat nigga, leave his Bentley sittin' on bricks
Bloody fights in the yard
Ten times outta ten, to me and ya life get scarred

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

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

Hold up, is for my gangsta team
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 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,