Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

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

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

Kick some tye, big truck tricks inside
In too deep, tryna sell from the side
See no games, with niggaz from other hoods
Car titles get lost, some get jooked

But God forgive me if a cross the fam
the heat, the streets'll make me force ya hand
From my crew, sets the new guns off the roof
To them slick dudes, hot and they the phone booth

'Cuz Lord, knows, I'm reload and bust back
gats, indicted for a federal rap
They ain't duck low enough, shots they hat
Murdered and gone, nigga, it's a 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 mamis rockin' timbs and
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to them things
In the club, bent, goin' crazy

Hold up, is for my chicks in the spot
All my bus stop bitches that be pushin' drops
Playin' the gate, get it ma, get papes

Hustle that face, seven G's below ya
chick, dippin' whips, cruisin' the strip
Gettin' money for tuition, go to and she strip

Kill in the club, when niggaz get hard
Murda mami, set you up and niggaz get robbed
Help her if a chick try to set my team
I'm her up, rep till the death of Queens
All my niggaz keep flippin' the jun's

All my outta niggaz keep gettin them ones
Guns in the air, hit you with invisible
That you never see it comin' nigga, fifty two shots
I'm takin' ya nigga, if you like it or not
You roll or get rushed, I guess not

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

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

Sticky fingaz, the that be stickin' them spots
For all my gun-cock niggards, that be off shots
Lay in the straight, black mask ya gate
Show me ya safe before I put two in ya

Dirt on my kicks, all lookin' for whips
a rat nigga, leave his Bentley sittin' on bricks
Bloody ice-pick in the yard
Ten times outta ten, step to me and ya life get

outs in broad daylight, bustin' at feds
Dirty cops with a ki of coke, bring 'em out
For my jail niggaz, stashin' bangers deep in cots
For my grimy niggaz, under cars from cops

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

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

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

up
South suicide Queens,
South suicide Queens,