Luyện nghe bài hát Man Hold Up

[Intro - - talking]
up, hold 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 you got here and now you swallowin ice (woo)
Then it's to exit the club
If you made one toss and all the money you had disappeared, then step to the rear
Then it's time to your game up

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

[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 stacks in the club, that's us (man us)
My boys got the club up
Stacks so fat, that can't 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 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 Johnny 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 ahead and 'em in
Cause we so rich, them haters sick, but ain't no (them haters sick)
Uh, yeah, police us
Who's vehicle is Is somethin that you've asked enough (for real)
Uh, yeah, for passin just
We 'em out that candy door, they come right back to us (come right back to us, already)
Uh, yeah, the golden 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 here or 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 drinks 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 lot, I'm hoppin outta candy ESV's
Uh, yeah (yeah), she tried to on me
that's when I spot my trunk and "Swang" it 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 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 grindin 'til my casket drop (now run it back)
Uh, yeah, want my cash 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 broke hoes be talkin
to be moonwalkin, now those be strobe walkin
Broke hoes for sure callin, fo fos and fos
Don't play 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 good at magic and the baddest genie
Had to holla at Jay, cause the neck just better blingy
Wanna be me, I'm just too real to be
If you don't know me, yeah you never met me, you should hate it
You can an opinion, but I ain't 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 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
Yeah we gettin that paper, if you say that not
It's obvious you residin up under a rock
Got 'em staring outside, they how the trunk pop
Like E-N-T is me, they be all on my Yung Joc
them hard blocks, where 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
play cause that boy deadly with hands like that boy Freddie