Luyện nghe bài hát Hold On

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

I was pissing my shorts having rich thoughts
I had a pistol before all the friends I done fought
Over night I seen a nigga go get a
Two weeks I had to be that boy pallbearer
Young king bury me inside a casket
Windex wipe me down for the life
Crack dealer like a hoop star
marble, white walls in my new spot
Four chains, big studs, a too fly
Top down, tank top, I think I'm
So I'm labeled the rebel, get on my level
We were born to be kings, only league teams
Chasing my paper, couldn't fathom my
a school in Ethiopia, should enroll in myself
God body and mind, food for the
you feeding on hate, you empty, my nigga, it shows
Follow the codes, ain't no for these hoes
If you slip and you fall I got you my nigga, on
If you or you wrong, if you riding come on
By the end of song, can't be hiding for long
I seen children get slaughtered, niggas' grandmothers
Throw a gang sign, dare you do about it
copping them foams, when you copping the home
Cop a kilo and have people on top of your home

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