Luyện nghe bài hát Man 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 been sippin out the same cup since 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, please step to the rear
Then it's time to step your up

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

- Chamillionaire]
Got a grand hold it up (up)
With your left hand and say man up (man hold up)
Boys in the front up (up)
the fat stacks in the club, that's us (man that's us)
My boys got the sewed up
so fat, that they can't fold up (can't fold up)
The girls in the know 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 from Johnny 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
Cause we so rich, them haters sick, but ain't no (them haters sick)
Uh, yeah, harassin us
Who's vehicle is this? Is somethin that you've asked (for real)
Uh, yeah, groupies for passin
We kick 'em out candy door, they come right back to us (come right back to us, already)
Uh, yeah, the plaques was up
but I saw gold and was old, so I got platinum plus (revenge)
Uh, yeah, bring it if you bad
But if you not get up outta 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 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 forgot
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 cash to stop, but it won't (it won't stop)
cause I grindin 'til my casket drop (now run it back)
Uh, yeah, they want my cash to stop, but it won't (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 sure callin, fo fos and fos
Don't play with my paper get a broke nose and oh
Sure starvin, for fetti like it's fettuccine
Got a problem, they see me, cause I'ma solve it, me
Better be good at magic and bottle the genie
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, yeah you never met me, then you hate it
You can have an opinion, but I ain't one to it
If you ridin spinners, stop it, nonsense is overrated
if you on dubs, especially if you on hubs
Them sixes is stationary, but somethin that you will
out to the blue 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, they how the trunk pop
Block E-N-T is me, they 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 y'all petty, my paper's for sure heavy
Don't play cause that boy deadly with hands like boy Freddie