Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Down The Fort

Yeah, we gotta down the fort
We gotta hold down the
We hold down the fort
We hold down the fort, check it

motherfuckin' three, right?
What's your new year's resolution
Check this out, we gotta hold down the
Word is kid, uh, aight

on the block, who is he?
Set it Dunn, me and my automatic to get busy
Ghetto representer, there no motherfucker better
While you be catchin' feelings a love letter

I gotta hold down my and won't lose
Nigga die I got the tec 9 blues
Bulletproof polo, I'm goin' out
Whoever come better step like they know

'Cuz survive, more rougher than a certified
Around the way, parlay and get
My mega blast will last in days to
Niggaz shoot, too fast, to pull out your gun

That's why I like to spark first and shoot
Bitch ass down your next ride will be a fuckin'
'Cause little niggaz die son
step and get that ass lit up like a flare gun

Cops they want static, whatever they can it
My name is prodigy and I'm known to havoc
And I flip I be on some ill shit
I walk the street, like a super trooper

The block proper, who once got had
Mad beef with the who sold me that dirt bag
Mad to the bad little niggaz in the neighborhood
Long live the short, gotta down the fort

Gotta down the fort
Gotta down the fort
We gotta hold down the
You gotta down the fort
We gotta hold the fort
You gotta hold the fort
So hold me down son, me down
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, how we go son, pull out the M1
Straight from the 'bridge so you know where I'm
The little, nigga, I gets no bigga
Yo, my crew is so mother fuck how you figure

the fuck back, nigga, attack with the mack
'Cause is bond it's on
Shit is real around the way so sit back and notes
Dead you on your coat, then cut your throat

Takin' life like a in the motherfuckin' night
While I write write, you bite bite
Niggaz wanna to my business
But I parlay and sip on my Guinness

I'm the ripper, Mr. Flip the scripture
Niggaz fuck with the flow of a real lil nigga
I shop, in fact, get the mac, this is real
Shit is real, how the fuck you figure, nil

So son hold me down while I pull out the
Gotta hold the block, that's word to my pops
So once it's on, light up the charm
Time to drop the bomb, word is

We hold down the block
Hold down the
We gotta down the block
We gotta hold down the

Yo son he pumpin' here Dunn?
I know he ain't pumpin' here yo
Yo, is bond yo son peep
He comin' over let's it to him

What, what? what what, what?
Who the fuck are
Man that, what?

Hold the block
Yeah what up
what, what what?
What up
Hold down the

To all the niggaz that's live or
You hold down your block, cock back the glock
Fuck the cops, 'cause your neighborhood
If they beef, 'em bleed on the project floors

I get my from loadin' up gun clips
Don't fuck suburb chicks, I need a gangsta bitch
Don't need a crew, I can you down solo fast
And after that, dip the weed stash

I'm quick to blast, enemies last the fate
I 'em fast so they can't retaliate
when I'm not alive who'd takes my place
To down the fort, we move on

My man got my
I'm ready to go at anybody, who think John Gotti
to Manny C, good lookin' out B
I'm hell bound, got my locked down

We gotta out the glock
Gotta out the glock
We pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the
We gotta out the glock
We gotta pull out the

We gotta pull out the
We gotta out the glock
We gotta out the glock
We gotta out the glock
We pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the

We pull out the glock
We gotta out the glock
We pull out the glock
We gotta out the glock
it, yeah, call that nigga