Luyện nghe bài hát Man Hold Up

[Intro - Chamillionaire -
Hold up, up
If you got change for a dollar in pocket right now
Then time to exit the club
If you've been sippin out the same cup since you got here and now you ice (woo)
Then time to exit the club
If you made one toss and all the 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

[Chorus -
Got a grand hold it up (up)
With your hand and say man hold up (man hold up)
Boys in the blowin up (up)
the fat stacks in the club, that's us (man that's us)
My got the club sewed up
Stacks so fat, that they fold up (can't fold up)
The girls in the club us (us)
Because we act bad everytime we up (sho nuff)

- Chamillionaire]
Yeah, you it's on tonight
I got 'em strippin for my tip when I'm in "Harlem Nights" ($5 nigga)
Uh, yeah and I got on all ice (woo)
I just came from Johnny the Jeweler, better guard your (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 sick, but ain't no medicine (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 that candy door, they come right back to us (come 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 here 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" the homie Bun B (throwed, throwed)
Uh, yeah, they be like me, I'm in that lot, I'm hoppin outta candy ESV's
Uh, yeah (yeah), she to kept 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 y'all forgot
that been makin Houston hits legit as Rap-A-Lot (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 want my to stop, but it won't stop (it won't stop)
cause I stay grindin 'til my casket (now run it back)
Uh, yeah, they want my to stop, but it won't stop (ch-cheah)
cause I grindin 'til my casket drop (Chamillitary mayne)
told me that talk is cheap, but broke hoes be sure talkin
Used to be moonwalkin, now those be walkin
Broke hoes for callin, fo fos and fos crawlin
Don't play 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 bottle the genie
Had to at Jay, cause the neck just look better blingy
Wanna be me, I'm just too to be duplicated
If you know me, yeah you never met me, then you should hate it
You can have an opinion, but I ain't one to it
If you ridin spinners, it, that nonsense is overrated
Even if you on dubs, especially if you on
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 that paper, if you say that not
It's obvious you residin up under a rock
Got 'em staring outside, love how the trunk pop
Block E-N-T is me, they be all on my Yung Joc
Reppin them hard blocks, them hustlers they all ready
Your lady all hung up on you, now she your boy's celly
And that's because y'all petty, my paper's for heavy
Don't cause that boy deadly with hands like that boy Freddie