Luyện nghe bài hát Man Hold Up

[Intro - - talking]
Hold up, up
If you got change for a in your pocket right now
Then it's time to the club
If you've sippin out the same cup since you got here and now you swallowin ice (woo)
Then it's time to exit the
If you one toss and all the money you had disappeared, then please step to the rear
it's time to step your game up

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

[Chorus -
Got a couple hold it up (up)
With your left hand and say man hold up (man up)
in the front blowin up (up)
With the fat in the club, that's 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 we show up (sho nuff)

[Verse -
Yeah, you know on tonight
I got 'em strippin for my tip when I'm in "Harlem Nights" ($5 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 other boys is holdin ones, we holdin (that's real talk)
Uh, yeah, go ahead and 'em in
Cause we so rich, them sick, but ain't no medicine (them haters sick)
Uh, yeah, police us
vehicle is this? Is somethin that you've asked enough (for real)
Uh, yeah, for passin just
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, Pimp C OG's, so I'm a 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 outta candy
Uh, yeah (yeah), she to kept on me
that's when I spot my trunk and "Swang" it like (swang and I swang and I swang to the left)
Uh, yeah, don't act y'all forgot
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 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, they want my cash to stop, but it stop (it won't stop)
cause I stay 'til my casket drop (now run it back)
Uh, yeah, they my cash to stop, but it won't stop (ch-cheah)
I stay grindin 'til my casket drop (Chamillitary mayne)
They me that talk is cheap, but broke hoes be sure talkin
Used to be moonwalkin, now be strobe walkin
Broke hoes for sure callin, fo fos and fos
Don't play with my paper get a nose and oh darling
Sure starvin, hungry for fetti 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 just look better blingy
Wanna be me, I'm too real to be duplicated
If you don't know me, yeah you met me, then you should 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 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 paper, if you say that we're not
obvious you residin somewhere up under a rock
Got 'em staring outside, they love how the pop
Like Block E-N-T is me, be all on my Yung Joc
Reppin them hard blocks, them hustlers they all ready
Your lady all hung up on you, now she callin your boy's
And that's because y'all petty, my paper's for sure
Don't play that boy deadly with hands like that boy Freddie