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

{I put your hands in the motherfuckin air - where?}
{Put your hands in the motherfuckin
{I know you like hoes} Yes {I know you got Yes
{I know you spit bars} Yes {I know you stars}
{But put your in the motherfuckin air - you hear me?}
{Put hands in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I your nails done} Yes {I know your hair done} Yes
{I know your toes Yes {I know you look good - bitch}
{But put your hands in the air - right}
{Put your 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 life
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 smell air freshener
Leather and indo, I cruise slow spit lingo
You mingle with more stars than Ringo
On the beach in Domingo lightin trees with singles
But I'm a mandingo I make your tingle
'Til your doorknockers jingle, chips like Pringles
Ball like the Bengals, spread like Kris Kringle
Get paid off the single, let them dollars
Baby, baby, deep is chrome, navy
Gray interior you inferior, it's crazy
It's 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 your hands in the air - where?}
{Put hands in the motherfuckin air}
{I know you hoes} Yes {I know you got cars} 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 your done} Yes {I know you look good - bitch}
{But put your in the motherfuckin air - right}
{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" I've been in Jags with nickle
Hoes I had give better blows than Trinidad
One I had her Benz in from Baghdad
With personalized tags, chrome mags and bags
I to stab, now she cryin in the rehab
while reminiscin about all the sessions we had
You knew all the positions to me on a mission
Put the Playstation 2 in your Limited
the mami I kept dipped, slept wit, crept wit
Once you got needy and greedy sweetie I flipped a brick
Sharin my oochie my chips
Like I'm up in the Bricks politickin for new
On the FreakNik tip, grabbin your on the 6
I ain't by them hips
I split, just like Xzibit from Tha
I got bread to break
Recipes for cake, keys to V's and estates, I'm

{I put your hands in the motherfuckin air - where?}
your hands 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 hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear me?}
your hands in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I know your nails done} Yes {I know hair done} Yes
{I know toes done} Yes {I know you look good - bitch}
put your hands in the motherfuckin air - right}
{Put 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 Knicks, B. Daltry
Violators, "Rock the Bells"
T Rhone, get money, Markee, we this
{Violator, 2, 2, we out - freeze!}