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, shit dawg c'mon, c'mon, come}
{What you Mr. Smith
{Nigga, what you say?} I said my name is Mr.
{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?}
{Put your hands in the motherfuckin
{I you like hoes} Yes {I know you got cars} Yes
{I know you spit bars} Yes {I you like stars}
{But put your hands in the air - you hear me?}
{Put your hands in the air - LADIES}
{I know your nails done} Yes {I know your done} Yes
{I your toes done} Yes {I know you look good - bitch}
{But put your in the motherfuckin air - right}
{Put your hands in the motherfuckin air - 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 on 'em, pull they broad gently, leave the bar empty
I Benzoes, you smell cherry air freshener
Leather and indo, I cruise spit slick lingo
You might mingle with more than Ringo
On the beach in Santo lightin trees with singles
But I'm a I make your guts tingle
your doorknockers jingle, stack chips like Pringles
Ball like the Bengals, love like Kris Kringle
Get paid off the single, let them co-mingle
Baby, baby, deep is chrome, navy
Gray interior you feel inferior, crazy
over baby your vision's hazy they plantin daisies
You tried to me but couldn't fade me that's why they pay me

{I said put hands in the motherfuckin 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 air - you hear 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 know you look good -
put your 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" been in Jags with nickle bags
Hoes I had give better blows than Felix
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 while reminiscin all the sessions we had
You knew all the positions to keep me on a
Put the Playstation 2 in your Expedition
the mami I kept dipped, slept wit, crept wit
Once you got needy and greedy sweetie I flipped like a
my oochie spendin my chips
Like I'm up in the Bricks for new flicks
On the tip, grabbin your phattie on the 6
I ain't faded by hips
I split, just like Xzibit from Tha
I got major bread to
Recipes for cake, to V's and estates, I'm straight

{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 bars} Yes {I know you like stars}
{But put your in the motherfuckin air - you hear 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}
{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

aww yeah, that's crazy
E Mr. New Knicks, B. Daltry
Violators, "Rock the Bells"
T Rhone, get money, Markee, we doin
{Violator, 2, 2, we out - freeze!}