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

{I said put your hands in the air - where?}
{Put your hands in the motherfuckin
{I know you like hoes} Yes {I you got cars} Yes
{I know you spit Yes {I know you like stars}
{But put hands 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 know toes done} Yes {I know 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 this fast simply
Please squeeze at them twin armored Bentleys, I love
Evidently, the pesos 'em resent me
Cause I clown on 'em, they broad gently, leave the bar empty
I pimp Benzoes, you smell air freshener
Leather and indo, I cruise spit slick lingo
You might with more stars than Ringo
On the beach in Santo Domingo trees with singles
But I'm a mandingo I make guts tingle
'Til your doorknockers jingle, stack chips Pringles
Ball like the Bengals, love like Kris Kringle
Get paid off the single, let them co-mingle
Baby, baby, dish is chrome, navy
Gray interior you feel inferior, it's
over baby your vision's hazy they plantin daisies
You tried to play me but fade me that's why they pay me

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

Since I "I'm Bad" I've been in Jags with nickle bags
Hoes I had give better blows than Felix
One I had flew her Benz in Baghdad
With personalized tags, chrome mags and Prada
I refused to stab, now she cryin in the
Wishin reminiscin about all the sessions we had
You all the positions to keep me on a mission
Put the 2 in your Limited Expedition
You're the mami I kept dipped, slept wit, wit
Once you got needy and greedy sweetie I flipped a brick
Sharin my spendin my chips
I'm up in the Bricks politickin for new flicks
On the FreakNik tip, grabbin phattie on the 6
I ain't faded by hips
I split, just like from Tha LiksX
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 air}
{I you like hoes} 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 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 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

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!}