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, shit dawg c'mon, c'mon, come}
{What you say?} Mr.
{Nigga, what you say?} I said my is Mr. Smith
{Yo, I you to state the business}
{You know what I y'all to do?} Do your thing, do your thing, uhh

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

Papi way too pimply to live this fast simply
Please squeeze at twin armored Bentleys, I love envy
Evidently, the pesos made 'em me
Cause I on 'em, pull they broad gently, leave the bar empty
I pimp Benzoes, you cherry air freshener
Leather and indo, I cruise slow slick lingo
You might mingle with more stars than
On the in Santo Domingo lightin trees with singles
But I'm a mandingo I make guts tingle
'Til your jingle, stack chips like Pringles
Ball like the Bengals, spread love like Kringle
Get paid off the single, let dollars co-mingle
Baby, baby, dish is chrome, navy
Gray interior you inferior, it's crazy
It's over baby vision's hazy they plantin daisies
You tried to play me but fade me that's why they pay me

{I said put your in the motherfuckin air - where?}
{Put your in the motherfuckin air}
{I know you like Yes {I know you got cars} Yes
{I know you spit bars} Yes {I know you 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 know your hair Yes
{I know your done} Yes {I know you look good - bitch}
{But put your hands in the motherfuckin air -
{Put your in the motherfuckin air - c'mon, 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 blows than Felix Trinidad
One I had flew her Benz in from
With personalized tags, mags and Prada bags
I refused to stab, now she cryin in the
Wishin while reminiscin about all the we had
You all the positions to keep me on a mission
Put the Playstation 2 in Limited Expedition
You're the mami I kept dipped, wit, crept wit
Once you got and greedy sweetie I flipped like a brick
Sharin my spendin my chips
I'm up in the Bricks politickin for new flicks
On the tip, grabbin your phattie on the 6
I ain't by them hips
I split, just like Xzibit Tha LiksX
I got bread to break
Recipes for cake, to V's and estates, I'm straight

{I said put hands in the motherfuckin air - where?}
{Put 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 air - you hear me?}
{Put your in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I your nails done} Yes {I know your hair done} Yes
{I know your toes done} Yes {I know you good - bitch}
{But put your in the motherfuckin air - right}
{Put your hands in the motherfuckin air - c'mon,
{BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh
{BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh

aww yeah, that's crazy
E Mr. New Knicks, B. Daltry
Violators, "Rock the Bells"
T Rhone, get money, Markee, we doin
{Violator, 2, 2, we out - freeze!}