Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

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

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

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

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

'Cuz Lord, knows, I'm reload and bust back
Incredible gats, for a federal rap
They ain't duck low enough, shredded 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
When on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, crazy

Hold up, this is for my team
And my dime little mamis rockin' 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 in the spot
All my bus stop bitches that be pushin' them
the gate, get it ma, get those papes

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

Kill in the club, niggaz dicks get hard
Murda mami, set you up and niggaz bricks get
Help her soul if a try to set my team
I'm tying her up, rep the death of Queens
All my staircase niggaz keep the jun's

All my outta state niggaz keep gettin them
Guns in the air, hit you invisible glocks
mean 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

Hold up, is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and
When 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 afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, crazy

Sticky fingaz, the nigga that be stickin' spots
For all my gun-cock niggards, 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, all lookin' for whips
Catch a rat nigga, leave his Bentley sittin' on
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 with a ki of coke, bring 'em out dead
For my jail niggaz, stashin' bangers deep in cots
For my grimy niggaz, hidin' cars from cops

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

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

up
South Queens, enjoy
suicide Queens, enjoy