Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

Let go,

Bitch, I'm me, American
Weezy F baby, in a manger
Trouble is my friend, I 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 about my bread like bagels, know
I'm raw like Qualo, like gay hoes

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

east side damu, deep water shamoo
Shoot you from head to your shoulders, shampoo
Kush and the bamboo, pussy in the
Pass that bitch down an heirloom, tunechi

Hold up, up
a minute
Hold up, up

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

Fuck other niggas
I fuck them niggas
shit
Trigga finger

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

Fuck them niggas
I fuck them niggas
shit
Trigga finger

Hold up, up
Wait a
up, hold up

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

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

Which one of y'all niggas say ya 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, you're welcome to the
And she came with problems, fuck it, that's my step
Sleepin' in the Maybach, wake me the jet come
And I keep the toast, turn yo' ass to bread

Uh, based on a true
I got a million flows, they even 2 storey's
Sleepin' on the edge, I hope I don't toss and
down the early bird and that's how I get the worm, yeah

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

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

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

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

Fuck them niggas
I them niggas bitches
shit
Trigga itches

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

Fuck them niggas
I fuck niggas bitches
Benadryl
finger itches

Hold up, up
a minute
Hold up, up