Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

Let go,

Bitch, I'm me, gangsta
Weezy F baby, in a manger
is my friend, I ain't far in the danger
Clip full of wings, turn you boys angels

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

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

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

Hold up, up
a minute
Hold up, up

We hustle nightfall
Party sunlight
in the boxes
Don't make a gun fight

them other niggas
I fuck niggas bitches
shit
Trigga itches

And we till nightfall
Party sunlight
Guns in the
Don't make a gun fight

them other niggas
I fuck them bitches
shit
Trigga finger

up, hold up
Wait a
Hold up, up

Bitch, I'm streets, I rep east
Gimmie the beef, I'll put the in da grease
Kush in the sweets, your bitch in the
I fucked that bitch, mission

Real nigga talk gangsta
I'm a real nigga, fuck wit' imitations
Money, nigga, ain't no limitations
I don't play games, niggas

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

Uh, married to the money, welcome to the reception
And she with problems, fuck it, that's my step sons
Sleepin' in the Maybach, wake me when the jet
And I keep the toast, turn yo' ass to crumbs

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

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

Uh, grab a from the sun roof
I fuck her in her dreams and make her come
Yeah, Young Money in the
my B's at you like a motherfuckin' flower

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

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

Fuck other niggas
I fuck them niggas
shit
Trigga finger

And we hustle till
Party till
Guns in the
Don't this a gun fight

Fuck them niggas
I fuck them niggas
Benadryl
finger itches

Hold up, up
a minute
Hold up, up