Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

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

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

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

- Chamillionaire]
Yeah, you know on tonight
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 the Jeweler, better guard your sight (just paid Johnny partner)
Uh, yeah, in "Gentlemen's"
These other boys is 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, harassin us
Who's vehicle is this? Is somethin that you've asked (for real)
Uh, yeah, groupies for just
We kick 'em out that candy door, they come back to us (come right back to us, already)
Uh, yeah, the plaques was up
but I saw gold and that was old, so I got plus (revenge)
Uh, yeah, bring it if you bad
But if you not get up here or back it up (back, back it up)
Uh, Pimp C OG's, so I'm a by that bar in here, like he told me (that Sweet Jones)
Uh, yeah, my drinks 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 outta ESV's
Uh, yeah (yeah), she tried to on me
that's when I spot my 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 Houston hits legit as Rap-A-Lot (what up International Red)
Uh, yeah, let off the gas and
if you spinnin like 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 grindin 'til my drop (now run it back)
Uh, yeah, they want my cash to stop, but it stop (ch-cheah)
cause I stay grindin 'til my drop (Chamillitary mayne)
They told me that talk is cheap, but broke hoes be sure
to be moonwalkin, now those be strobe walkin
Broke hoes for callin, fo fos and fos crawlin
play with my paper get a broke nose and oh darling
Sure starvin, hungry for like it's fettuccine
Got a problem, they see me, cause I'ma it, believe me
Better be good at magic and bottle the baddest
Had to holla at Jay, the neck just look better blingy
Wanna be me, I'm too real to be duplicated
If you don't me, yeah you never met me, then you should hate it
You can an opinion, but I ain't one to debate it
If you ridin spinners, stop it, nonsense is overrated
Even if you on dubs, if you on hubs
sixes is stationary, but somethin that you will love
Shout out to the blue and cuz, shout out to my B and
We ain't tryna be gangsta, for real, we just 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, be all on my Yung Joc
them hard blocks, where them hustlers they all ready
Your lady all hung up on you, now she 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