Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Me Down

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

Aiyyo P back me up now, hold me
While I go around this town, crowns
From those supposed, wannabe rap
If you nice get your rope and in this
Let me know somethin' you fight? Let's go somethin'
If not, close your mouth and say
imitations, fuckin' up the whole situation
With sucker MC

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you thought? We takin' more than nickels and shorts?
Get the fuck out of here, sweet here, you get your shit torched
I spit flames at Oklahoma when done, you can smell the 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 child to end for with men

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