Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Nobody Hold Me Down [Radio Mix]

(Puff) Bad Boy... we ain't gon'
Verse One:
Now Sean on the hot track, melt like it's hot wax
Put it out, all the stores, bet you shop that (that's right)

Leave a nigga with a hot hat, like
Bad Boy ain't got (nigga stop that)
There's no guy slicker this young fly nigga
Nickel-nine nigga, you die quicker (uh-huh)

This fed time outta town pie
Turn Cristal into a Crooked I
want to be fast, see the cash
Fuck around they staff, get a heat rash

in Bad Boy way we smash (we smash)
Hundred G stash, push a E-Class (ehehe)
I'm through with a player and a baller
Just want me one bad so I can spoil her

Mase want to be the one you respect, when you're vexed
Rock Versace silks over spilled
Got green never seen so you suck my
Clutch my uz', anything I I bruise

Puff make his own laws, fuck your rules (that's right)
Goodfellas, you you can't touch us dudes

[Puff] Don't push us, we're close to the, edge
[Puff] tryin, not to lose our heads, a-hah hah hah hah

Broken everywhere *glass shatters*
if it ain't about the money, Puff, I don't care (that's right)
I'm that fly guy, sometimes wiseguys
Spend time in

(Mase can you please stop lah lah?)
Puff why I'm a thug, I'ma die high
I be out in Jersey, puffin
Brothers ain't to rock my derby

I'm never drugged, I'm the venom in the club, G
Though I know the thug be wantin to me (uh-huh)
it be I move as smoove as Bugsy? (yeah)
Or be at the bar too much bubbly? (c'mon)

Yo I think it must be the girls want to me
Or is it simply the just love me
Brothers wanna: the Rolls, rock my clothes
Rock my ice, out Glocks, stop my life (uhh)

I'm like, "Damn, how these got they trust?
Used to be my man, how you gonna on my wife?"
Do you think you snake me, cause they me?
Or he got his Ph.D; Player Degree? (Ahaha!)

[Mase] Can't nobody take my
Uh-uh, uh-uh
[Mase] nobody hold me down... ohh no
I got to keep on movin

Quit that! (uh-huh) You a big (yeah)
Where chicks at? (yeah) Where your whips at? (where dey at?)
you get stacks, I'ma fix that
Everything that's big dreams, I did (that's right)

Don't knock me cause boring
I'm record sales (*whistling*) straight touring
Simply a lot of men be to hear me
'Cause their words don't offend me (uh-uh, uh-uh)

We spend cheese, in the Indies
Then come home to plenty Bentleys (ahehe)
You name it, I claim it
Young, black, and famous, with money out the anus

And you need a hit, who you go and get? (who?)
Bet us? (Not a sure bet)
We make hits that will rearrange your set (that's right)
and got a Benz I ain't even drove yet

[Mase] Don't us, cause we're close to the, edge
[Mase] tryin, not to, lose our heads, a-hah-hah-hah-hah

I get the feeling sometime, that make me wonder
[Mase] Why you want to take us
Why you want to take us under [Repeat: x2]

[Chorus