Luyện nghe bài hát Put Your Hands Up

{We about to set this motherfucker off in tonight!}
{It be da, da, da-da-da, da}
{This that shit dawg, real shit dawg 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 said put your hands in the motherfuckin air -
your 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?}
{Put hands in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I know your nails Yes {I know your hair done} Yes
{I your toes done} Yes {I know you look good - bitch}
put your 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 to live this fast life simply
Please squeeze at 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 cruise slow spit lingo
You might mingle more stars than Ringo
On the beach in Santo Domingo lightin trees singles
But I'm a mandingo I your guts tingle
'Til your doorknockers jingle, stack chips Pringles
Ball like the Bengals, spread love Kris Kringle
Get paid off the single, let dollars co-mingle
Baby, baby, deep dish is chrome,
Gray interior you feel inferior, it's
It's over baby your vision's hazy they plantin
You tried to play me but couldn't fade me that's why pay me

{I said put your hands in the air - where?}
{Put hands in the motherfuckin air}
{I know you like hoes} Yes {I you got cars} Yes
{I know you spit bars} Yes {I know you stars}
{But put your hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear
{Put your hands in the motherfuckin air -
{I know your nails done} Yes {I your hair done} Yes
{I know toes 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" I've in Jags with nickle bags
Hoes I had give blows than Felix Trinidad
One I had flew her Benz in Baghdad
With personalized tags, chrome mags and Prada
I refused to stab, now she in the rehab
Wishin while reminiscin all the sessions we had
You knew all the positions to keep me on a
Put the Playstation 2 in Limited Expedition
the mami I kept dipped, slept wit, crept wit
Once you got needy and greedy I flipped like a brick
Sharin my oochie spendin my
Like I'm up in the Bricks for new flicks
On the tip, grabbin your phattie on the 6
I ain't by them hips
I split, just like Xzibit from Tha
I got major to break
for cake, keys to V's and estates, I'm straight

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

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!}