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 Let's do this right, what? Yo

Hold up, is for my thugs on the block
For my one stop that be huggin' the spot
on crates, gettin' loaded, get that cake
Dodgin' drinks, spit and hafta cover face

Kick some tye, big with tricks inside
In too deep, tryna sell bricks the side
See no games, with real niggaz 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 ya hand
From my wild crew, sets the new guns off the
To them slick dudes, hot and they workin' the booth

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

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, bent, goin' crazy

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

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 dicks get hard
mami, set you up and niggaz bricks get robbed
Help her soul if a try to set my team
I'm tying her up, rep till the of Queens
All my staircase niggaz flippin' the jun's

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

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

Hold up, this is for my gangsta
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, goin'

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

on my kicks, hoodies all lookin' for whips
Catch a rat nigga, leave his sittin' on bricks
Bloody ice-pick fights in the
Ten times outta ten, to me and ya life get scarred

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

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

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

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

up
South Queens, enjoy
suicide Queens, enjoy