Luyện nghe bài hát Man Hold Up

[Intro - - talking]
up, hold up
If you got change for a in your pocket right now
Then it's to exit the club
If you've been sippin out the same cup since you got here and now you ice (woo)
Then it's to exit the club
If you one toss 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

- Chamillionaire]
Got a grand hold it up (up)
With your left and say man hold 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 club up
Stacks so fat, that they fold up (can't fold up)
The in the club know us (us)
Because we act bad 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, and I got on all this 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 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 this? Is that you've asked enough (for real)
Uh, yeah, groupies for passin
We kick 'em out that candy door, they come back to us (come right back to us, already)
Uh, yeah, the golden was up
but I saw and that was old, so I got platinum 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 that bar in here, like he me (that Sweet Jones)
Uh, yeah, my nigga on me
I got some dough you can "Get Throwed" like the Bun B (throwed, throwed)
Uh, yeah, they wanna be like me, I'm in lot, I'm hoppin outta candy 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 y'all
that I've been Houston hits legit as Rap-A-Lot (what up International Red)
Uh, yeah, let off the gas and
if you still spinnin like them mix DJ's, add the box (what up home of the Boys)
Uh, yeah, we watchin Magnavox, the car TV's is big enough, boys in the back can (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, 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 hoes be sure talkin
Used to be moonwalkin, now those be walkin
hoes for sure callin, fo fos and fos crawlin
Don't play with my paper get a nose and oh darling
starvin, hungry for fetti like it's fettuccine
Got a problem, they see me, cause I'ma it, believe me
Better be good at magic and the baddest genie
Had to at Jay, cause the neck just look better blingy
be me, I'm just too real to be duplicated
If you don't me, yeah you never met me, then you should hate it
You can have an opinion, but I one to debate it
If you spinners, stop it, that nonsense is overrated
Even if you on dubs, especially if you on
Them sixes is stationary, but somethin that you will
Shout out to the blue and cuz, out to my B and bloods
We ain't tryna be gangsta, for real, we just us
we gettin that paper, if you say that we're not
It's obvious you somewhere up under a rock
Got 'em staring outside, they how the trunk pop
Like Block E-N-T is me, be all on my Yung Joc
Reppin them hard blocks, where hustlers they all ready
Your lady all up on you, now she callin your boy's celly
And because y'all petty, my paper's for sure heavy
Don't play cause that boy deadly with like that boy Freddie