Luyện nghe bài hát Put Your Hands Up

{We about to set this off in here tonight!}
{It be da, da, da-da-da, da}
{This that real shit dawg, real shit dawg c'mon, c'mon,
{What you say?} Mr.
{Nigga, what you say?} I my name is Mr. Smith
{Yo, I you to state the business}
{You know what I want y'all to do?} Do your thing, do thing, uhh

{I said put your hands in the air - where?}
your hands in the motherfuckin air}
{I you like hoes} Yes {I know you got cars} Yes
{I know you spit bars} Yes {I you like stars}
{But put hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear me?}
{Put your hands in the motherfuckin air -
{I know your nails done} Yes {I know hair done} Yes
{I know your toes done} Yes {I know you look good -
{But put hands in the motherfuckin air - right}
{Put your hands in the motherfuckin air - c'mon,
{BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh
{BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh

Papi way too pimply to live this fast life
Please squeeze at them twin Bentleys, I love envy
Evidently, the made 'em resent me
Cause I clown on 'em, pull broad gently, leave the bar empty
I Benzoes, you smell cherry air freshener
Leather and indo, I cruise slow spit lingo
You might with more stars than Ringo
On the beach in Santo Domingo lightin trees with
But I'm a mandingo I make guts tingle
'Til your doorknockers jingle, chips like Pringles
Ball like the Bengals, love like Kris Kringle
Get off the single, let them dollars co-mingle
Baby, baby, dish is chrome, navy
Gray interior you feel inferior, crazy
It's over baby your hazy they plantin daisies
You tried to play me but couldn't me that's why they pay me

{I said put your hands in the motherfuckin air -
your hands in the motherfuckin air}
{I know you like hoes} Yes {I you got cars} Yes
{I you spit bars} Yes {I know you like stars}
{But put your hands in the motherfuckin air - you me?}
{Put your hands in the air - LADIES}
{I know your nails done} Yes {I your hair done} Yes
{I know your done} Yes {I know you look good - bitch}
put your hands in the motherfuckin air - right}
{Put your hands in the motherfuckin air - c'mon,
{BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh
{BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh

Since I dropped "I'm Bad" been in Jags with nickle bags
Hoes I had give better blows Felix Trinidad
One I had flew her Benz in Baghdad
With personalized tags, chrome mags and Prada
I refused to stab, now she cryin in the
Wishin while reminiscin all the sessions we had
You knew all the to keep me on a mission
Put the Playstation 2 in your Expedition
You're the mami I kept dipped, slept wit, wit
Once you got needy and sweetie I flipped like a brick
Sharin my spendin my chips
I'm up in the Bricks politickin for new flicks
On the FreakNik tip, grabbin phattie on the 6
I ain't faded by hips
I split, just Xzibit from Tha LiksX
I got major bread to
for cake, keys to V's and estates, I'm straight

{I said put hands in the motherfuckin air - where?}
{Put your in the motherfuckin air}
{I know you hoes} Yes {I know you got cars} Yes
{I know you spit Yes {I know you like stars}
{But put your in the motherfuckin air - you hear me?}
{Put your hands in the motherfuckin air -
{I know nails done} Yes {I know your hair done} Yes
{I know your toes done} Yes {I know you look good -
{But put your in the motherfuckin air - right}
your hands in the motherfuckin air - c'mon, c'mon}
{BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh
{BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh

Ride aww yeah, crazy
E Mr. New York Knicks, B.
Violators, "Rock the Bells"
T Rhone, get money, Markee, we this
{Violator, 2, 2, we out - freeze!}