Luyện nghe bài hát Man Hold Up

[Intro - - talking]
Hold up, up
If you got change for a 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)
Then it's time to the club
If you made one toss and all the money you had disappeared, then step to the rear
Then it's time to step your up

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

[Chorus -
Got a couple grand it up (up)
your 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 boys got the 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 know it's on
I got 'em for my tip when 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 other boys is holdin ones, we holdin Benjamins (that's talk)
Uh, yeah, go ahead and 'em in
Cause we so rich, them haters sick, but ain't no medicine (them sick)
Uh, yeah, police us
Who's vehicle is Is somethin that you've asked enough (for real)
Uh, yeah, for passin just
We 'em out that candy door, they come right back 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 outta or back it up (back, 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 nigga 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 (yeah), she tried to on me
that's when I spot my trunk and "Swang" it like T-R-A-E (swang and I and I swang to the left)
Uh, yeah, don't act like y'all
that I've been makin Houston hits 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 Magnavox, the car TV's is big enough, boys in the back can watch (already)
Uh, yeah, want my cash to stop, but it won't stop (it won't stop)
I stay grindin 'til my casket drop (now run it back)
Uh, yeah, they want my to stop, but it won't stop (ch-cheah)
cause I stay grindin 'til my casket (Chamillitary mayne)
They told me that talk is cheap, but broke hoes be talkin
Used to be moonwalkin, now those be strobe
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, I'ma 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 too real to be duplicated
If you don't know me, yeah you never met me, then you should 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
Them sixes is stationary, but that you will love
out to the blue and cuz, shout out to my B and bloods
We ain't tryna be gangsta, for real, we just 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, they how the trunk pop
Block E-N-T is me, they be all on my Yung Joc
Reppin them hard blocks, where them hustlers all ready
Your lady all hung up on you, now she callin your celly
And that's because y'all petty, my for sure heavy
play cause that boy deadly with hands like that boy Freddie