Luyện nghe bài hát Put Your Hands Up

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

{I said put your hands in the motherfuckin air -
{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 like
{But put your in the motherfuckin air - you hear me?}
your hands in the motherfuckin 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 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

Papi way too to live this fast life simply
Please squeeze at them twin armored Bentleys, I love
Evidently, the pesos 'em resent me
I clown on 'em, pull they broad gently, leave the bar empty
I pimp Benzoes, you cherry air freshener
Leather and indo, I cruise spit slick lingo
You might mingle with stars than Ringo
On the beach in Santo lightin trees with singles
But I'm a mandingo I make your tingle
'Til your doorknockers jingle, stack chips like
Ball the Bengals, spread love like Kris Kringle
Get paid off the single, let dollars co-mingle
Baby, baby, deep dish is chrome,
Gray you feel inferior, it's crazy
It's over baby your vision's hazy they plantin
You to play me but couldn't fade me that's why they pay me

{I said put your hands in the air - where?}
{Put your in the motherfuckin air}
{I know you like hoes} Yes {I know you got Yes
{I know you spit bars} Yes {I know you stars}
{But put your hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear
your hands in the motherfuckin 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 -
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 with nickle
I had give better blows than Felix Trinidad
One I had her Benz in from Baghdad
With personalized tags, mags and Prada bags
I to stab, now she cryin in the rehab
Wishin reminiscin about all the sessions we had
You all the positions to keep me on a mission
Put the Playstation 2 in your Limited
You're the mami I dipped, slept wit, crept wit
Once you got needy and greedy sweetie I like a brick
Sharin my oochie my chips
I'm up in the Bricks politickin for new flicks
On the FreakNik tip, grabbin phattie on the 6
I ain't by them hips
I split, just like Xzibit Tha LiksX
I got bread to break
for cake, keys to V's and estates, I'm straight

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

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