Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

[Intro - Chamillionaire -
Hold up, up
If you got for a dollar in your pocket right now
Then time to exit the club
If you've been sippin out the cup since you got here and now you swallowin ice (woo)
Then it's to exit the club
If you made one toss and all the you had disappeared, then please step to the rear
Then it's time to step your up

ch-ch-cheah, ch-ch-cheah, ch-ch-cheah, mayne

- Chamillionaire]
Got a couple grand it up (up)
With left hand and say man hold up (man hold up)
Boys in the blowin up (up)
the fat stacks in the club, that's us (man that's us)
My got the club sewed up
Stacks so fat, that they fold up (can't fold up)
The girls in the know us (us)
we act bad everytime we show up (sho nuff)

[Verse -
Yeah, you know on tonight
I got 'em strippin for my tip when I'm in "Harlem Nights" ($5 nigga)
Uh, and I got on all this ice (woo)
I just from Johnny the Jeweler, better guard your sight (just paid Johnny partner)
Uh, yeah, in "Gentlemen's"
other boys is holdin ones, we holdin Benjamins (that's real talk)
Uh, yeah, go ahead and 'em in
Cause we so rich, them sick, but ain't no medicine (them haters sick)
Uh, yeah, harassin us
Who's is this? Is somethin that you've asked enough (for real)
Uh, yeah, groupies for just
We kick 'em out that candy door, they come right back to us (come back to us, already)
Uh, yeah, the plaques was up
but I saw gold and was old, so I got platinum plus (revenge)
Uh, yeah, bring it if you bad
But if you not get up outta here or it up (back, back it up)
Uh, Pimp C OG's, so I'm a ballin by bar in here, like he told me (that Sweet Jones)
Uh, yeah, my drinks on me
I got dough you can "Get Throwed" like the homie Bun B (throwed, throwed)
Uh, yeah, they wanna be like me, I'm in that lot, I'm outta candy ESV's
Uh, yeah (yeah), she to kept on me
that's when I spot my trunk and "Swang" it like T-R-A-E (swang and I swang and I to the left)
Uh, yeah, don't act y'all forgot
that I've been makin Houston hits legit as Rap-A-Lot (what up Red)
Uh, yeah, let off the gas and
if you still spinnin like them mix DJ's, add the box (what up home of the Boys)
Uh, yeah, we Magnavox, the car TV's is big enough, boys in the back can watch (already)
Uh, yeah, want my cash to stop, but it won't stop (it won't stop)
I stay grindin 'til my casket drop (now run it back)
Uh, yeah, they my cash to stop, but it won't stop (ch-cheah)
cause I stay 'til my casket drop (Chamillitary mayne)
They told me that is cheap, but broke hoes be sure talkin
to be moonwalkin, now those be strobe walkin
Broke for sure callin, fo fos and fos crawlin
Don't play my paper get a broke nose and oh darling
Sure starvin, hungry for fetti it's fettuccine
Got a problem, they see me, cause I'ma solve it, me
Better be good at magic and bottle the genie
Had to at Jay, cause the neck just look better blingy
Wanna be me, I'm just too to be duplicated
If you know me, yeah you never met me, then you should hate it
You can have an opinion, but I one to debate it
If you ridin spinners, it, that nonsense is overrated
if you on dubs, especially if you on hubs
Them sixes is stationary, but somethin you will love
Shout out to the and cuz, shout out to my B and bloods
We tryna be gangsta, for real, we just doin us
Yeah we that paper, if you say that we're not
It's you residin somewhere up under a rock
Got 'em outside, they love how the trunk pop
Like Block E-N-T is me, they be all on my Joc
Reppin them blocks, where them hustlers they all ready
lady all hung up on you, now she callin your boy's celly
And that's because y'all petty, my paper's for heavy
play cause that boy deadly with hands like that boy Freddie