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}
{This that real 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 state the
{You know what I 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 like
{But put your hands in the air - you hear me?}
{Put your hands in the air - LADIES}
{I your nails done} Yes {I know your hair done} Yes
{I know your toes done} Yes {I you look good - bitch}
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

Papi way too pimply to live fast life simply
Please squeeze at 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 cherry air freshener
and indo, I cruise slow spit slick lingo
You might mingle with more stars Ringo
On the beach in Santo Domingo lightin trees with
But I'm a mandingo I your guts tingle
'Til doorknockers jingle, stack chips like Pringles
Ball like the Bengals, spread love like Kris
Get off the single, let them dollars co-mingle
Baby, baby, dish is chrome, navy
Gray interior you feel inferior, it's
It's over baby vision's hazy they plantin daisies
You tried to play me but couldn't fade me that's why pay me

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

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 in from Baghdad
With tags, chrome mags and Prada bags
I refused to stab, now she cryin in the
Wishin while reminiscin 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 I kept dipped, slept wit, crept wit
Once you got needy and greedy I flipped like a brick
my oochie spendin my chips
Like I'm up in the politickin for new flicks
On the FreakNik tip, grabbin your on the 6
I ain't faded by them
I split, like Xzibit from Tha LiksX
I got major bread to
Recipes for cake, keys to V's and estates, I'm

{I said put your hands in the motherfuckin air -
{Put your 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
put your hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear me?}
{Put hands in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I your nails done} Yes {I know your 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, that's
E Mr. New York Knicks, B.
Violators, "Rock the Bells"
T Rhone, get money, Markee, we this
{Violator, 2, 2, we out - freeze!}