Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

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

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

Kick some tye, big truck tricks inside
In too deep, tryna bricks from the side
See no games, with real niggaz other hoods
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, the new guns off the roof
To them slick dudes, hot and workin' the phone booth

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

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

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

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

in the club, when 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 keep flippin' the jun's

All my outta state niggaz gettin them ones
Guns in the air, hit you with glocks
mean you never see it comin' nigga, fifty two shots
I'm takin' ya block nigga, if you it or not
You either roll or get rushed, I not

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, gettin' bent, crazy

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, gettin' bent, goin'

fingaz, the nigga that be stickin' them spots
For all my gun-cock niggards, that be bustin' off
Lay in the straight, black mask raidin' ya
Show me ya safe I put two in ya face

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

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

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

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

up, this is for my gangsta 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

up
South Queens, enjoy
suicide Queens, enjoy