Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

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

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

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

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

'Cuz Lord, knows, I'm gonna and bust 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, is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and
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 little 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 chicks in the
All my bus stop bitches that be pushin' them
Playin' the gate, get it ma, get those

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

Kill in the club, when niggaz dicks get
Murda mami, set you up and niggaz get robbed
her soul if a chick try to set my team
I'm tying her up, rep till the of Queens
All my staircase 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 comin' nigga, two shots
I'm takin' ya block nigga, if you it or not
You either or get rushed, I guess not

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

Hold up, is for my gangsta team
And my dime mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When on, know, we ain't afraid to clap 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 mask ya gate
Show me ya safe I put two in ya face

Dirt on my kicks, hoodies all for whips
Catch a rat nigga, leave his Bentley on bricks
Bloody ice-pick in the yard
Ten times ten, step to me and ya life get scarred

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

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

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

up
South Queens, enjoy
South Queens, enjoy