Luyện nghe bài hát Put Your Hands Up

{We about to set motherfucker off in here tonight!}
{It be da, da, da-da-da, da}
{This that real shit dawg, real shit c'mon, c'mon, come}
you say?} Mr. Smith
{Nigga, you say?} I said my name is Mr. Smith
{Yo, I you to state the business}
{You what 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 air}
{I know you like Yes {I know you got cars} Yes
{I know you spit bars} Yes {I know you like
{But put your in the motherfuckin air - you hear me?}
{Put your in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I know your nails 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 in the motherfuckin air - c'mon, c'mon}
{BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh
{BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh

Papi way too to live this fast life simply
Please squeeze at them twin armored Bentleys, I envy
Evidently, the made 'em resent me
Cause I on 'em, pull they broad gently, leave the bar empty
I Benzoes, you smell cherry air freshener
and indo, I cruise slow spit slick lingo
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 love Kris Kringle
Get paid off the single, let them dollars
Baby, baby, deep dish is chrome,
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 said put your in the motherfuckin air - where?}
{Put hands 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
{But put your in the motherfuckin air - you hear me?}
{Put your hands in the air - LADIES}
{I know 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 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
I had give better blows than Felix Trinidad
One I had flew her Benz in Baghdad
With personalized tags, chrome mags and bags
I to stab, now she cryin in the rehab
Wishin while reminiscin about all the we had
You knew all the positions to keep me on a
Put the 2 in your Limited Expedition
the mami I kept dipped, slept wit, crept wit
Once you got needy and greedy I flipped like a brick
Sharin my oochie my chips
Like I'm up in the politickin for new flicks
On the FreakNik tip, your phattie on the 6
I ain't faded by hips
I split, like Xzibit from Tha LiksX
I got major to break
Recipes for cake, keys to V's and estates, I'm

{I said put your hands in the motherfuckin air -
{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 hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear me?}
{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}
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!}