Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

Let go,

Bitch, I'm me, gangsta
Weezy F baby, born in a
Trouble is my friend, I ain't far in the
Clip full of wings, turn you boys into

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

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

I'ma side damu, deep water shamoo
Shoot you your head to your shoulders, shampoo
and the bamboo, pussy in the bedroom
Pass that down like an heirloom, tunechi

up, hold up
Wait a
up, hold up

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

Fuck other niggas
I fuck them bitches
shit
Trigga finger

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

Fuck other niggas
I fuck them niggas
Benadryl
finger itches

Hold up, up
Wait a
Hold up, up

Bitch, I'm streets, I rep east
Gimmie the beef, put the beef in da grease
Kush in the sweets, your bitch in the
I fucked bitch, mission complete

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

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

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

Uh, based on a true
I got a flows, they ain't even 2 storey's
Sleepin' on the edge, I hope I toss and turn
Shoot down the bird and that's how I get the worm, yeah

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

Uh, grab a star 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

Hold up, up, hold up
a minute
Hold up, up

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

Fuck them other
I fuck them niggas
shit
Trigga finger

And we hustle till
Party sunlight
in the boxes
Don't make a gun fight

Fuck them other
I fuck them bitches
Benadryl
Trigga finger

Hold up, up
Wait a
up, hold up