Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

[Intro - - talking]
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 same cup since you got and now you swallowin ice (woo)
it's time to exit the club
If you made one toss and all the money you had disappeared, please step to the rear
Then it's time to step your up

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

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

- Chamillionaire]
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 your sight (just paid Johnny partner)
Uh, yeah, in "Gentlemen's"
These other is holdin ones, we holdin Benjamins (that's real talk)
Uh, yeah, go and send 'em in
Cause we so rich, them sick, but ain't no medicine (them haters sick)
Uh, yeah, harassin us
Who's vehicle is this? Is somethin that you've enough (for real)
Uh, yeah, groupies for just
We kick 'em out that candy door, they come right to us (come right back to us, already)
Uh, yeah, the golden was up
but I saw gold and that was old, so I got platinum (revenge)
Uh, yeah, bring it if you bad
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, he told me (that Sweet Jones)
Uh, yeah, my nigga on me
I got some 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 hoppin candy ESV's
Uh, (yeah), she tried to kept on me
when 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 y'all
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 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, in the back can watch (already)
Uh, yeah, they want my cash to stop, but it won't stop (it stop)
cause I stay 'til my casket drop (now run it back)
Uh, yeah, want my cash to stop, but it won't stop (ch-cheah)
cause I grindin 'til my casket drop (Chamillitary mayne)
They told me that talk is cheap, but broke hoes be talkin
Used to be moonwalkin, now those be strobe
Broke for sure callin, fo fos and fos crawlin
Don't play with my paper get a broke and oh darling
Sure starvin, hungry for fetti like fettuccine
Got a problem, they see me, cause solve it, believe me
Better be good at magic and the baddest genie
Had to holla at Jay, cause the neck look better blingy
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 one to debate it
If you ridin spinners, it, that nonsense is overrated
Even if you on dubs, especially if you on
sixes is stationary, but somethin that you will love
Shout out to the blue and cuz, 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 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 they all ready
lady all hung up on you, now she callin your boy's celly
And that's because petty, my paper's for sure heavy
Don't play cause that boy deadly with hands like boy Freddie