Luyện nghe bài hát Put Your Hands Up

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

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

Papi way too pimply to live fast life simply
squeeze at them twin armored Bentleys, I love envy
Evidently, the made 'em resent me
I clown on 'em, pull they broad gently, leave the bar empty
I Benzoes, you smell cherry air freshener
Leather and indo, I cruise slow spit slick
You might mingle with more than Ringo
On the in Santo Domingo lightin trees with singles
But I'm a mandingo I make your guts
'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, deep dish is chrome,
Gray you feel inferior, it's crazy
over baby your vision's hazy they plantin daisies
You tried to play me but couldn't fade me why they pay me

{I said put hands in the motherfuckin air - where?}
your hands in the motherfuckin air}
{I know you hoes} Yes {I know you got cars} Yes
{I know you spit bars} Yes {I know you like
put your hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear me?}
{Put hands in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I know your nails done} Yes {I know your done} Yes
{I know your toes Yes {I know you look good - bitch}
{But put hands 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

Since I dropped "I'm Bad" I've been in Jags nickle bags
I had give better blows than Felix Trinidad
One I had flew her Benz in Baghdad
With personalized tags, mags and Prada bags
I refused to stab, now she in the rehab
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
the mami I kept dipped, slept wit, crept wit
Once you got needy and greedy sweetie I like a brick
Sharin my oochie spendin my
Like I'm up in the Bricks politickin for new
On the FreakNik tip, grabbin phattie on the 6
I faded by them hips
I split, just like Xzibit Tha LiksX
I got major bread to
Recipes for cake, to V's and estates, I'm straight

{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 bars} Yes {I know you like stars}
{But put your hands in the air - you hear me?}
{Put hands in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I know your nails Yes {I know your hair done} Yes
{I know your toes done} Yes {I 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

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