Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Me Down

Mm-hmm, me down, hold me down, hold me down
Ah yeah hold me down, yeah, hold me down
Word up, ye-yeah, a-yeh, to hold me down, me down
Word to, everybody that, hold me down, yo,

Aiyyo P me up now, hold me down
While I go around town, snatchin' crowns
those supposed, wannabe rap vocalists
If you get your rope and dosey-do in this
Let me know you wanna fight? Let's go somethin'
If not, your mouth and say nothing
Y'all imitations, fuckin' up the situation
sucker MC infiltration

Aiyyo straight up, you light MC's better get weight up
I'm benchin' three hundred and change, starvin get ate up
Ain't that ill? How I can just and watch the blood spill
an unknown rapper but now the rapper's no thrill
Now how real is that? Burnin' gats, and bats
Hot rhyme, status, the hot wax
Mixed with the street slang is where at
Perhaps, you should close your mouth kid and slide

Yo E, hold me
I'm holdin' you
Yo P, hold me
I'm you down
Yo E, hold me
I'm you down
PMD, me down
I'm you down

Yo E, me down
I'm you down
PMD, me down
I'm you down
Yo E, me down
I'm you down
PMD, hold me
I'm holdin' you

You got shit harder this, Erick Serm' and Parrish Smith?
What's this? out five, with the kit?
And millions to back it, keep it never wack kid
This just rhymin', God's on the way and he's askin'
been followin' the rules, two noided, so we strap tools
And cool, this go out to the cats in school
It's not the norm, word bond, so get ready for the

Too hot, fuck lukewarm, we swarm
Yeah we Mc's with the bee effect, zzzzz, sting 'em
Like Muhammad, set the scene I'm bombin' on CEO's,
Street team to a for the cream, we damage ya
On light-skinned, dark-skinned, albino, from a
Dopefiend , or wino, bring the Ultra-ment, you with the Magnetic
a shout, to them sweet cats, rap diabetics

Yo P, hold me
I'm holdin' you
Yo E, hold me
I'm you down
Yo PMD, hold me
I'm you down
Yo E, me down
I'm holdin' you

Yo PMD, hold me
I'm holdin' you
E-Dub, me down
I'm holdin' you
Mic Doc, me down
I'm holdin' you
Green Eyed Bandit, it down
Yeah, I'm holdin' you

Niggaz tryin' to jam the frequency, on the low
They be me and the E, DJ Scratch, EPMD
The Dream Team, who fiend for the since sixteen
Dodgin' and marks, with the high beams
God-body, rap style, Mazerrati catchin'
E Double shit down with the sawed off shotty

What you thought? We takin' more than nickels and
Get the fuck out of here, nothin' sweet here, you get shit torched
I spit flames at when done, you can smell the Sermon aroma
In a coma, burned to death, man listen, did he
The kicked to the curb, ass whippin'? you me, it was his destiny
For the to end for fuckin' with men

P and I got for all y'all who stand tall
And dose dat to ball, so we ball like Spalding
In the time of who you calling when your career is falling?
Way down, you've been hit, lay down, hit the
get up, stay down, relax a minute, you shouldn'ta
Put two cents in it now you up a creek
In the back of a car that's