Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

Yeah, nigga, yeah, suicide 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
on crates, gettin' loaded, get that cake
Dodgin' drinks, spit and cover they face

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

But God forgive me if a nigga the fam
the heat, the streets'll make me force ya hand
From my wild crew, the new guns off the roof
To them slick dudes, hot and they the phone booth

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

Hold up, is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we afraid to clap them things
In the club, bent, goin' crazy

Hold up, this is for my team
And my little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin'

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

Hustle face, seven G's below ya waist
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 chick try to set my
I'm tying her up, rep till the death of
All my niggaz keep flippin' the jun's

All my outta state niggaz keep gettin them
Guns in the air, hit you with invisible
That mean you see it comin' nigga, fifty two shots
I'm ya block nigga, if you like it or not
You either roll or get rushed, I not

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 things
In the club, gettin' bent, crazy

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, goin'

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

Dirt on my kicks, all lookin' for whips
Catch a rat nigga, his Bentley 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 with a ki of coke, bring 'em out dead
For my jail niggaz, stashin' bangers deep in they
For my niggaz, hidin' under cars from cops

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

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

up
South suicide Queens,
South Queens, enjoy