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

{I said put your hands in the motherfuckin air -
{Put hands in the motherfuckin air}
{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 in the motherfuckin 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 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 this fast life
squeeze at them twin armored Bentleys, I love envy
Evidently, the pesos 'em resent me
Cause I clown on 'em, they broad gently, leave the bar empty
I pimp Benzoes, you cherry air freshener
Leather and indo, I cruise slow spit slick
You mingle with more stars than Ringo
On the beach in Santo Domingo trees with singles
But I'm a mandingo I make your guts
'Til your jingle, stack chips like Pringles
Ball like the Bengals, spread like Kris Kringle
Get off the single, let them dollars co-mingle
Baby, baby, dish is chrome, navy
Gray you feel inferior, it's crazy
It's over baby your vision's hazy plantin daisies
You tried to play me but couldn't fade me why they pay me

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

Since I dropped "I'm Bad" I've in Jags with nickle bags
Hoes I had give blows than Felix Trinidad
One I had her Benz in from Baghdad
With personalized tags, mags 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 Limited Expedition
You're the I kept dipped, slept wit, crept wit
Once you got needy and greedy sweetie I flipped a brick
my oochie spendin my chips
Like I'm up in the Bricks for new flicks
On the FreakNik tip, grabbin your on the 6
I ain't by them hips
I split, like Xzibit from Tha LiksX
I got bread to break
Recipes for cake, keys to V's and estates, I'm

{I said put your in the motherfuckin air - where?}
{Put hands in the motherfuckin air}
{I know you hoes} Yes {I know you got cars} Yes
{I you spit bars} Yes {I know you like stars}
{But put your hands in the motherfuckin air - you me?}
{Put your hands in the air - LADIES}
{I know your done} Yes {I know your hair done} Yes
{I know your toes done} Yes {I you look good - bitch}
{But put hands in the motherfuckin air - right}
your 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 York Knicks, B.
Violators, "Rock the Bells"
T Rhone, get money, Markee, we this
{Violator, 2, 2, we out - freeze!}