Luyện nghe bài hát Hold On

I sold more dope I sold records
You sold records, never sold dope
So I ain't hearing none of street shit
Cause in my mind, you mothafuckas soap
Got rich hope to the hopeless
But I'm a thinker, in my motives
I motivate to put my niggas motors
No woman, no child, no witness, no
Like Scarface but it's God's in that mirror
We was in his image, dialing and it's much clearer
Scoring from the but I wanted mine purer
Aryan, blonde hair, blue-eyed the Führer
The and the jury, the jewellery mad froze
Water colors on my neck, fuck when you blinding niggas
We ain't the color clarity of diamond, nigga
Nah, I ain't got nothing in common with
Pain in my heart, as black as my skin
They tipping the scale for these to win
No reading, no writing, us savage of men
They praying for but I mastered the pen
Descendant from kings, we at it
Just hand me the crown, I'm again
that it seems, hear my passion again
Was never my dream, the win

I was pissing my shorts rich nigga thoughts
Wish I had a pistol before all the I done fought
Over I seen a nigga go get a Carrera
Two weeks I had to be that boy pallbearer
king bury me inside a glass casket
Windex me down for the life after
Crack dealer living like a star
Black marble, white walls in my new
Four chains, big studs, a too fly
Top down, top, I think I'm 2Pac
So I'm the rebel, nigga get on my level
We born to be kings, only major league teams
Chasing my paper, couldn't my wealth
Built a school in Ethiopia, should enroll in
God and mind, food for the soul
When you feeding on hate, you empty, my nigga, it
Follow the codes, ain't no love for these
If you slip and you I got you my nigga, hold on
If you or you wrong, if you riding come on
By the end of this song, can't be hiding for
I seen children get slaughtered, niggas' grandmothers
a gang sign, dare you do something about it
Fuck copping foams, when you copping the home
Cop a and have them people on top of your home

the codes, ain't no love for these hoes
If you slipping you fall, I got you, my nigga, on
If you right or you wrong, if you riding on
By the end of this song, I got you, my nigga, on