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 me down, hold me down
to, everybody that, hold me down, yo, what?

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

Aiyyo straight up, you light MC's better get your up
I'm benchin' three and change, starvin cats get ate up
Ain't that ill? How I can just stare and watch the spill
From an 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 is where it's at
Perhaps, you should close your mouth kid and back

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

Yo E, hold me
I'm you down
PMD, hold me
I'm holdin' you
Yo E, me down
I'm holdin' you
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 ain't rhymin', God's on the way and he's askin'
Who's been followin' the rules, two noided, so we strap
And can't cool, go out to the cats in school
It's not the norm, bond, so get ready for the rainstorm

Too hot, fuck lukewarm, when we
we swarm Mc's with the bee effect, zzzzz, sting '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, from a
, or wino, bring the Ultra-ment, stick you with the Magnetic
Give a shout, to 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 holdin' you
Yo E, hold me
I'm you down

Yo PMD, me down
I'm you down
E-Dub, hold me
I'm holdin' you
Mic Doc, me down
I'm holdin' you
Eyed Bandit, holdin' 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 for the cream since sixteen
Dodgin' and marks, with the high beams
God-body, rap style, Mazerrati bodies
E Double holdin' shit down with the off shotty

What you thought? We more than nickels and shorts?
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, to death, man listen, did he deserve
The kicked to the curb, ass Believe you me, it was his destiny
For the to end for fuckin' with men

P and I got somethin' for all y'all who stand
And dat like 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
Don't get up, stay down, a minute, you shouldn'ta
Put your two in it now you up a creek
In the back of a car rented