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

(Puff) Bad Boy... we ain't stop
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 with a hot hat, fronting like
Bad Boy got tracks (nigga stop that)
There's no guy than this young fly nigga
Nickel-nine nigga, floss you die (uh-huh)

This fed outta town pie flipper
Turn into a Crooked I sipper
want 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, a bulletproof E-Class (ehehe)
I'm through with bein a and a baller
Just want me one bad bitch so I can her

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

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

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

Broken everywhere *glass shatters*
if it ain't the money, Puff, I just don't care (that's right)
I'm that Goodfella fly guy, sometimes
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
ain't worthy to rock my derby

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

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

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

[Mase] Can't nobody my pride
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 your 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 soaring (*whistling*) straight touring
Simply a lot of men be to hear me
'Cause their words just offend me (uh-uh, uh-uh)

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

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

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

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

[Chorus