Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

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

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

Kick some tye, big truck with tricks
In too deep, tryna sell from the side
See no games, with real niggaz from other
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 slick dudes, hot and they workin' the phone booth

'Cuz Lord, knows, I'm gonna and bust back
gats, indicted for a federal rap
They ain't low enough, shots shredded they hat
Murdered and gone, nigga, a medical fact

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

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

Hold up, this is for my chicks in the
All my bus stop that be pushin' them drops
the gate, get it ma, get those papes

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

Kill in the club, niggaz dicks get hard
mami, set you up and niggaz bricks get robbed
Help her soul if a chick try to set my
I'm tying her up, rep till the of Queens
All my staircase niggaz keep flippin' the

All my state niggaz keep gettin them ones
Guns in the air, hit you with glocks
That mean you see it comin' nigga, fifty two shots
I'm takin' ya 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 rockin' timbs and jeans
When on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin'

Hold up, is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't 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
Show me ya before I put two in ya face

Dirt on my kicks, hoodies all for whips
Catch a rat nigga, leave his Bentley on bricks
Bloody fights in the yard
Ten times outta ten, to me and ya life get scarred

Shoot outs in broad daylight, at feds
Dirty cops with a ki of coke, 'em out dead
For my jail niggaz, stashin' bangers in they cots
For my grimy niggaz, hidin' under from cops

Empty the glock, hitchu with gats
you, wipe it off, throw it away, it's a rap
What I see you back in the hood scrap
Turn ya Benz to a coffin nigga, straight like

Hold up, this is for my team
And my dime 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 gangsta
And my dime little rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin'

up
South Queens, enjoy
suicide Queens, enjoy