Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

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

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

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

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

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

Hold up, is for my gangsta team
And my little mamis rockin' 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 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 in the spot
All my bus stop bitches that be them drops
the gate, get it ma, get those papes

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

Kill in the club, when niggaz dicks get
Murda mami, set you up and bricks get robbed
Help her 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 state niggaz keep gettin them ones
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 gangsta
And my dime little mamis rockin' and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to them things
In the club, gettin' bent, crazy

up, this 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

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

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

Shoot in broad daylight, bustin' at feds
Dirty cops with a ki of coke, bring 'em out
For my jail niggaz, stashin' bangers 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
nigga? I see you back in the hood scrap
Turn ya Benz to a coffin nigga, straight that

Hold up, this is for my team
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, crazy

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

up
South suicide Queens,
South suicide Queens,