Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

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

ch-ch-cheah, ch-ch-cheah, ch-ch-cheah, Chamillitary

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

[Verse -
Yeah, you it's on tonight
I got 'em strippin for my tip when I'm in "Harlem Nights" ($5 nigga)
Uh, yeah and I got on all ice (woo)
I just came from Johnny the Jeweler, 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 and send 'em in
we so rich, them haters sick, but ain't no medicine (them haters sick)
Uh, yeah, police us
Who's vehicle is this? Is that you've asked enough (for real)
Uh, yeah, for passin just
We kick 'em out that candy door, they come right back to us (come back to us, already)
Uh, yeah, the golden was up
but I saw and that was old, so I got platinum plus (revenge)
Uh, yeah, it if you bad enough
But if you not get up outta here or back it up (back, it up)
Uh, Pimp C OG's, so I'm a ballin by that bar in here, like he told me (that Jones)
Uh, yeah, my drinks on me
I got some you can "Get Throwed" like the homie Bun B (throwed, throwed)
Uh, yeah, wanna be like me, I'm in that lot, I'm hoppin outta candy ESV's
Uh, yeah (yeah), she tried to on me
that's when I my trunk and "Swang" it like T-R-A-E (swang and I swang and I swang to the left)
Uh, yeah, don't act like forgot
I've been makin Houston hits legit as Rap-A-Lot (what up International Red)
Uh, yeah, let off the gas and
if you still spinnin like mix show DJ's, add the box (what up home of the Boys)
Uh, yeah, we watchin Magnavox, the car TV's is big enough, boys in the back can (already)
Uh, yeah, they want my cash to stop, but it won't (it won't stop)
cause I stay grindin 'til my casket (now run it back)
Uh, yeah, they want my to stop, but it won't stop (ch-cheah)
cause I stay grindin 'til my drop (Chamillitary mayne)
They told me that talk is cheap, but broke hoes be sure
Used to be moonwalkin, now be strobe walkin
Broke hoes for callin, fo fos and fos crawlin
Don't play with my paper get a nose and oh darling
Sure starvin, for fetti like it's fettuccine
Got a problem, see me, cause I'ma solve it, believe me
Better be good at and bottle the baddest genie
Had to holla at Jay, cause the neck just look better
Wanna be me, I'm just too real to be
If you don't know me, yeah you never met me, you should hate it
You can have an opinion, but I ain't one to it
If you spinners, stop it, that nonsense is overrated
if you on dubs, especially if you on hubs
Them is stationary, but somethin that you will love
out to the blue 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
obvious you residin somewhere up under a rock
Got 'em staring outside, they how the trunk pop
Like Block is me, they be all on my Yung Joc
them hard blocks, where them hustlers they all ready
Your all hung up on you, now she callin your boy's celly
And that's y'all petty, my paper's for sure heavy
Don't play cause that boy deadly with hands like boy Freddie