Luyện nghe bài hát Put Your Hands Up

{We to set this motherfucker off in here tonight!}
{It be da, da, da-da-da, da}
{This that real 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 want you to state the
{You know what I want y'all to do?} Do your thing, do thing, uhh

{I said put your in the motherfuckin air - where?}
your hands in the motherfuckin 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?}
your hands in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I know your nails done} Yes {I know hair done} Yes
{I your toes done} Yes {I know you look good - bitch}
{But put your hands in the 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 pimply to live fast life simply
squeeze at them twin armored Bentleys, I love envy
Evidently, the made 'em resent me
Cause I clown on 'em, pull they broad gently, leave the bar
I pimp Benzoes, you smell air freshener
Leather and indo, I cruise slow spit lingo
You might with more stars than Ringo
On the beach in Santo lightin trees with singles
But I'm a mandingo I make guts tingle
'Til doorknockers jingle, stack chips like Pringles
Ball like the Bengals, spread love like Kringle
Get paid off the single, let dollars co-mingle
Baby, baby, deep is chrome, navy
Gray interior you feel inferior, crazy
It's over baby your vision's hazy they daisies
You tried to play me but couldn't fade me that's why pay me

{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 know you stars}
put your hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear me?}
{Put your in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I know nails done} Yes {I know 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 in the motherfuckin air - c'mon, c'mon}
{BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh
{BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh

I dropped "I'm Bad" I've been in Jags with nickle bags
Hoes I had give better blows than Trinidad
One I had flew her Benz in from
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 knew all the positions to keep me on a
Put the 2 in your Limited Expedition
You're the mami I kept dipped, wit, crept wit
Once you got and greedy sweetie I flipped like a brick
my oochie spendin my chips
Like I'm up in the Bricks politickin for new
On the FreakNik tip, grabbin phattie on the 6
I ain't faded by them
I split, just like Xzibit from Tha
I got major bread to
Recipes for cake, keys to V's and estates, I'm

{I said put your 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 like
{But put hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear me?}
{Put hands in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I know your nails done} Yes {I know your done} Yes
{I know your toes done} Yes {I know you look - bitch}
{But put your hands in the air - right}
{Put your hands in the 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 this
{Violator, 2, 2, we out - freeze!}