Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

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

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

- Chamillionaire]
Got a couple hold it up (up)
With your left hand and say man hold up (man up)
Boys in the front up (up)
With the fat stacks in the club, us (man that's us)
My boys got the club up
Stacks so fat, that they can't 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 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 came from Johnny the Jeweler, better guard your sight (just paid Johnny partner)
Uh, yeah, in "Gentlemen's"
These boys is holdin ones, we holdin Benjamins (that's real talk)
Uh, yeah, go and send 'em in
Cause we so rich, haters sick, but ain't no medicine (them haters sick)
Uh, yeah, police us
Who's vehicle is this? Is somethin that asked 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 plus (revenge)
Uh, yeah, it if you bad enough
But if you not get up here or back it up (back, back it up)
Uh, C OG's, so I'm a ballin 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 me, I'm in that lot, I'm hoppin outta candy ESV's
Uh, yeah (yeah), she 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
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 mix show DJ's, add the box (what up home of the Boys)
Uh, yeah, we watchin Magnavox, the car is big enough, boys in the back can watch (already)
Uh, yeah, they want my to stop, but it won't stop (it won't stop)
cause I grindin 'til my casket drop (now run it back)
Uh, yeah, want my cash to stop, but it won't stop (ch-cheah)
cause I stay grindin 'til my drop (Chamillitary mayne)
They told me 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 nose and oh darling
Sure starvin, hungry for fetti like fettuccine
Got a problem, they see me, cause I'ma 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 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, stop it, that nonsense is
if you on dubs, especially if you on hubs
Them sixes is stationary, but that you will love
Shout out to the blue and cuz, out to my B and bloods
We ain't tryna be gangsta, for real, we doin us
Yeah we gettin that paper, if you say that not
It's obvious you residin somewhere up a rock
Got 'em staring outside, they love how the pop
Block E-N-T is me, they be all on my Yung Joc
Reppin them blocks, where them hustlers they all ready
Your lady all up on you, now she callin your boy's celly
And that's because y'all petty, my for sure heavy
Don't play cause that boy deadly with hands like boy Freddie