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

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

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

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

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

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

Puff make his own laws, nigga your rules (that's right)
Goodfellas, you know you touch us dudes

Don't push us, cause we're close to the, edge
[Puff] We're tryin, not to 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, Hershey
Brothers ain't worthy to rock my

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

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

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

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

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 you're boring
I'm record sales (*whistling*) straight touring
a lot of men be wantin to hear me
'Cause their words just offend me (uh-uh, uh-uh)

We cheese, in the West Indies
Then come home to plenty 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 even yet

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

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

[Chorus