Luyện nghe bài hát Man Hold Up

[Intro - Chamillionaire -
Hold up, up
If you got change for a dollar in your pocket 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 and all the money you had disappeared, then please step to the rear
Then time to step your game up

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

- Chamillionaire]
Got a couple grand it up (up)
With your left 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 got the club 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 everytime we 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 just came from the Jeweler, better guard your sight (just paid Johnny partner)
Uh, yeah, in "Gentlemen's"
These other boys is holdin ones, we 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 Is somethin that you've asked enough (for real)
Uh, yeah, groupies for passin
We 'em out that 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 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 dough 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 outta candy ESV's
Uh, yeah (yeah), she tried to on me
that's 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 (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 is big enough, boys in the back can watch (already)
Uh, yeah, they my cash to stop, but it won't stop (it won't stop)
cause I stay grindin 'til my drop (now run it back)
Uh, yeah, want my cash to stop, but it won't stop (ch-cheah)
I stay grindin 'til my casket drop (Chamillitary mayne)
They told me talk is cheap, but broke hoes be sure talkin
to be moonwalkin, now those be strobe walkin
Broke for sure callin, fo fos and fos crawlin
Don't with my paper get a broke nose and oh darling
starvin, hungry for fetti like it's fettuccine
Got a problem, they see me, cause solve it, believe me
Better be at magic and bottle the baddest genie
Had to holla at Jay, cause the just look better blingy
Wanna be me, I'm just too real to be
If you don't know me, yeah you met me, then 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, if you on hubs
Them sixes is stationary, but somethin you will love
Shout out to the and cuz, shout out to my B and bloods
We ain't tryna be gangsta, for real, we doin us
Yeah we that 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
Like E-N-T is me, they be all on my Yung Joc
Reppin them hard blocks, where them hustlers they all
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