Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

[Intro - Chamillionaire -
up, hold 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 same cup you got here and now you swallowin ice (woo)
Then it's time to exit the
If you made one toss and all the money you had disappeared, then step to the rear
Then it's to step your game up

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

- Chamillionaire]
Got a couple hold it up (up)
your 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 can't fold up (can't up)
The girls in the know us (us)
we act bad everytime we show up (sho nuff)

[Verse -
Yeah, you know it's on
I got 'em strippin for my tip I'm in "Harlem Nights" ($5 Tuesdays nigga)
Uh, yeah and I got on all ice (woo)
I just came from Johnny the Jeweler, better guard your sight (just Johnny partner)
Uh, yeah, in "Gentlemen's"
These other boys is holdin ones, we holdin Benjamins (that's talk)
Uh, yeah, go and send 'em in
Cause we so rich, them haters sick, but no medicine (them haters sick)
Uh, yeah, harassin us
Who's vehicle is this? Is that you've asked enough (for real)
Uh, yeah, groupies for just
We kick 'em out that candy door, they right back to us (come right 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 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, wanna be like me, I'm in that lot, I'm hoppin outta candy ESV's
Uh, (yeah), she tried to kept on me
that's I spot 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
that I've been makin hits legit as Rap-A-Lot (what up International Red)
Uh, yeah, let off the gas and
if you still spinnin them 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 my cash to stop, but it won't stop (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 'til my casket drop (Chamillitary mayne)
told me that talk is cheap, but broke hoes be sure talkin
Used to be moonwalkin, now those be walkin
Broke hoes for callin, fo fos and fos crawlin
Don't play with my paper get a broke and oh darling
Sure starvin, hungry for fetti like it's
Got a problem, they see me, cause solve it, believe me
Better be good at magic and bottle the baddest
Had to holla at Jay, cause the just look better blingy
Wanna be me, I'm too real to be duplicated
If you don't know me, you never met me, then you should hate it
You can have an opinion, but I ain't one to it
If you ridin spinners, stop it, that nonsense is
Even if you on dubs, if you on hubs
Them sixes is stationary, but that you will love
Shout out to the and cuz, shout out to my B and bloods
We ain't tryna be gangsta, for real, we doin us
Yeah we gettin paper, if you say that we're not
It's obvious you residin somewhere up a rock
Got 'em staring outside, love how the trunk pop
Like Block E-N-T is me, be all on my Yung Joc
Reppin them hard blocks, where them hustlers they all
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
play cause that boy deadly with hands like that boy Freddie