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

(Puff) Bad Boy... we gon' stop
Verse Mase
Now with Sean on the hot track, melt it's hot wax
Put it out, all the stores, bet you could shop (that's right)

Leave a with a hot hat, fronting like
Bad Boy got tracks (nigga stop that)
There's no guy slicker this young fly nigga
Nickel-nine nigga, you die quicker (uh-huh)

This fed time outta pie flipper
Turn Cristal into a I sipper
Everbody to be fast, see the cash
Fuck around weak staff, get a heat rash

in Bad Boy way we smash (we smash)
Hundred G stash, push a bulletproof (ehehe)
I'm through with bein a and a baller
want me one bad bitch so I can spoil her

Mase want to be the one you respect, even when vexed
Rock Versace silks over brunette
Got green never so you suck my jewels
my uz', anything I touch I bruise

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Chorus