Luyện nghe bài hát Man Hold Up

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

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

[Chorus -
Got a couple hold it up (up)
your left hand and say man hold up (man hold up)
Boys in the blowin up (up)
With the fat stacks in the club, that's us (man us)
My got the club sewed up
Stacks so fat, 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 it's on tonight
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 just came Johnny the Jeweler, better guard your sight (just paid Johnny partner)
Uh, yeah, in "Gentlemen's"
These other boys is ones, we holdin Benjamins (that's real talk)
Uh, yeah, go ahead and 'em in
Cause we so rich, haters sick, but ain't no medicine (them haters sick)
Uh, yeah, police us
Who's vehicle is this? Is somethin 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 golden was up
but I saw gold and was old, so I got platinum plus (revenge)
Uh, yeah, it if you bad enough
But if you not get up outta here or back it up (back, it up)
Uh, Pimp C OG's, so I'm a ballin by bar in here, like he told me (that Sweet Jones)
Uh, yeah, my drinks on me
I got some dough you can "Get Throwed" 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 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, act like 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 still spinnin like mix show DJ's, add the box (what up home of the Boys)
Uh, yeah, we watchin Magnavox, the car TV's is big enough, in the back can watch (already)
Uh, yeah, they want my cash to stop, but it stop (it won't stop)
cause I stay grindin 'til my casket (now run it back)
Uh, yeah, want my cash to stop, but it won't stop (ch-cheah)
cause I grindin 'til my casket drop (Chamillitary mayne)
They told me that talk is cheap, but broke hoes be sure
Used to be moonwalkin, now be strobe walkin
Broke hoes for callin, fo fos and fos crawlin
Don't with my paper get a broke nose and oh darling
Sure starvin, hungry for fetti like fettuccine
Got a problem, they see me, cause I'ma solve it, me
Better be good at magic and the baddest genie
Had to at Jay, cause the neck just look better blingy
Wanna be me, I'm just too 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 ridin spinners, stop it, nonsense is overrated
if you on dubs, especially if you on hubs
Them sixes is stationary, but that 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 just us
Yeah we 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, they be all on my Joc
Reppin them hard blocks, where them hustlers all ready
Your lady all hung up on you, now she callin your celly
And that's because y'all petty, my paper's for heavy
Don't play cause that boy deadly with hands that boy Freddie