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

{I said put hands in the motherfuckin air - where?}
your hands in the motherfuckin air}
{I know you like Yes {I know you got cars} Yes
{I know you spit bars} Yes {I you like stars}
{But put your hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear
your hands in the motherfuckin 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}
your 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 fast life simply
Please squeeze at them twin armored Bentleys, I envy
Evidently, the pesos 'em resent me
Cause I clown on 'em, pull they broad gently, leave the bar
I Benzoes, you smell cherry air freshener
Leather and indo, I cruise slow slick lingo
You might mingle more stars than Ringo
On the beach in Santo lightin trees with singles
But I'm a mandingo I make your guts
'Til doorknockers jingle, stack chips like Pringles
like the Bengals, spread 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
It's over your vision's hazy they plantin daisies
You to play me but couldn't fade me that's why they pay me

{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 spit bars} Yes {I know you like
{But put your hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear
your hands in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I know your nails done} Yes {I know your done} Yes
{I know your toes done} Yes {I you look good - bitch}
{But put your 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

Since I dropped "I'm Bad" been in Jags with nickle bags
Hoes I had give blows than Felix Trinidad
One I had flew her in from Baghdad
With personalized tags, chrome and Prada bags
I to stab, now she cryin in the rehab
Wishin while reminiscin about all the 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, wit, crept wit
Once you got needy and sweetie I flipped like a brick
Sharin my spendin 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 them
I split, just Xzibit from Tha LiksX
I got major to break
for cake, keys to V's and estates, I'm straight

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