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

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

way too pimply to live this fast life simply
Please squeeze at them twin Bentleys, I love envy
Evidently, the pesos made 'em me
Cause I clown on 'em, pull broad gently, leave the bar empty
I pimp Benzoes, you smell air freshener
Leather and indo, I slow spit slick 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
your doorknockers jingle, stack chips like Pringles
Ball like the Bengals, spread love like Kris
Get paid off the single, let dollars co-mingle
Baby, baby, deep is chrome, navy
Gray interior you inferior, it's crazy
It's over your vision's hazy they plantin daisies
You tried to play me but couldn't fade me that's why pay me

{I put your hands in the motherfuckin air - where?}
{Put your 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
{But put your hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear
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}
{But put your hands in the air - right}
{Put your hands in the motherfuckin air - c'mon,
{BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh
{BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh

Since I dropped "I'm Bad" I've been in with nickle bags
I had give better blows than Felix Trinidad
One I had flew her Benz in Baghdad
With personalized tags, chrome and Prada bags
I refused to stab, now she in the rehab
while reminiscin about all the sessions we had
You all the positions to keep me on a mission
Put the Playstation 2 in your Expedition
You're the mami I kept dipped, slept wit, wit
Once you got and greedy sweetie I flipped like a brick
Sharin my spendin my chips
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 from Tha
I got bread to break
Recipes for cake, to V's and estates, I'm straight

{I put your hands in the motherfuckin air - where?}
your hands in the motherfuckin air}
{I know you like hoes} Yes {I 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 your hands in the air - LADIES}
{I know your nails done} Yes {I know hair done} Yes
{I know your toes 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

Ride aww yeah, crazy
E Mr. New Knicks, B. Daltry
Violators, "Rock the Bells"
T Rhone, get money, Markee, we doin
{Violator, 2, 2, we out - freeze!}