Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

Let go,

Bitch, I'm me, American
F baby, born in a manger
Trouble is my friend, I far in the danger
Clip full of wings, turn you into angels

Shoot ya in your halo, you like halo
New Orleans A-hole, Flee-o,
All my bread like bagels, they know
I'm raw like Qualo, ball gay hoes

so strong, it's like I twist tornadoes
Spit like 9s, 4 5th's, and 3 8
Niggas problems, well, I am problematic
It's back to pickin' 'cause you niggas cotton candy

I'ma east side damu, deep shamoo
you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo
Kush and the bamboo, in the bedroom
Pass that bitch down an heirloom, tunechi

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Wait a
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We hustle nightfall
till sunlight
Guns in the
make this a gun fight

Fuck other niggas
I them niggas bitches
shit
Trigga itches

And we hustle till
Party sunlight
in the boxes
Don't make a gun fight

Fuck them other
I fuck them niggas
shit
Trigga itches

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Wait a
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Bitch, I'm streets, I rep east
Gimmie the beef, I'll put the in da grease
Kush in the sweets, bitch in the sheets
I fucked that bitch, complete

Real nigga gangsta conversation
I'm a nigga, don't fuck wit' imitations
Young Money, nigga, ain't no
I don't games, niggas simulation

one of y'all niggas say ya 'bout it?
It's a fucked up world, T-Streets ya out it
word to the glock, glock in my sock
Who's playin' shields better stop at the dot
up

Uh, married to the money, you're welcome to the
And she came with problems, fuck it, that's my sons
in the Maybach, wake me when the jet come
And I the toast, turn yo' ass to bread crumbs

Uh, on a true story
I got a million flows, they ain't even 2
on the edge, I hope I don't toss and turn
Shoot down the bird and that's how I get the worm, yeah

Real university, alumni
Just check my watch and bitch say sometimes
She say when I'm in her, it like I'm soul searchin'
And they say money talks, well, my spokes person

Uh, grab a star from the sun
I fuck her in her dreams and her come true
Yeah, Young in the power
Send my B's at you a motherfuckin' flower

Hold up, up, hold up
Wait a
up, hold up

We till nightfall
till sunlight
Guns in the
Don't this a gun fight

Fuck them other
I fuck niggas bitches
Benadryl
finger itches

And we hustle nightfall
Party sunlight
in the boxes
Don't this a gun fight

Fuck other niggas
I fuck them bitches
Benadryl
Trigga itches

up, hold up
Wait a
Hold up, up