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}
that real shit dawg, real shit dawg c'mon, c'mon, come}
{What you Mr. Smith
{Nigga, what you say?} I my name is Mr. Smith
{Yo, I want you to 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?}
{Put your hands in the air}
{I know you hoes} 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 motherfuckin air -
{I your nails done} Yes {I know your hair done} Yes
{I know your toes Yes {I know you look good - bitch}
{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 fast life simply
Please at them twin armored Bentleys, I love envy
Evidently, the pesos 'em resent me
Cause I on 'em, pull they broad gently, leave the bar empty
I Benzoes, you smell cherry air freshener
Leather and indo, I slow spit slick lingo
You might mingle more stars than Ringo
On the beach in Santo Domingo trees with singles
But I'm a I make your guts tingle
your doorknockers jingle, stack chips like Pringles
Ball like the Bengals, spread love Kris Kringle
Get paid off the single, let them dollars
Baby, baby, deep is chrome, navy
Gray you feel inferior, it's crazy
It's over baby your vision's hazy plantin daisies
You tried to me but couldn't fade me that's why they pay me

{I said put your hands in the 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 your hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear
{Put your hands in the air - LADIES}
{I know your nails done} Yes {I know your done} Yes
{I know toes done} Yes {I know you look good - bitch}
{But put 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

Since I dropped "I'm Bad" I've been in Jags with bags
Hoes I had give better blows than Felix
One I had flew her Benz in from
With personalized tags, chrome and Prada bags
I refused to stab, now she 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 kept dipped, wit, crept wit
Once you got needy and greedy sweetie I flipped like a
Sharin my oochie my chips
Like I'm up in the Bricks for new flicks
On the FreakNik tip, grabbin your on the 6
I ain't faded by hips
I split, just Xzibit from 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 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?}
your hands in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I know your nails done} Yes {I know your 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 doin
{Violator, 2, 2, we out - freeze!}