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 Mr. Smith
{Nigga, what you I said my name is Mr. Smith
{Yo, I you to state the business}
{You know what I y'all to do?} Do your thing, do your thing, uhh

{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 stars}
{But put your hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear
{Put hands in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I know nails done} Yes {I know your hair done} Yes
{I know your 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

Papi way too to live this fast life simply
Please squeeze at them twin Bentleys, I love envy
Evidently, the pesos 'em resent me
Cause I clown on 'em, pull broad gently, leave the bar empty
I pimp Benzoes, you cherry air freshener
Leather and indo, I cruise spit slick lingo
You might mingle with stars than Ringo
On the beach in Santo Domingo lightin with singles
But I'm a mandingo I make guts tingle
'Til your doorknockers jingle, stack chips Pringles
Ball like the Bengals, spread love like Kringle
Get off the single, let them dollars co-mingle
Baby, baby, deep dish is chrome,
Gray interior you feel inferior, crazy
It's over baby your vision's hazy they plantin
You tried to me but couldn't fade me that's why they pay me

{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 know you bars} Yes {I know you like stars}
{But put hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear me?}
your hands in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I your nails done} Yes {I know your hair done} Yes
{I know your toes done} Yes {I you look 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

Since I dropped "I'm Bad" I've been in Jags with nickle
Hoes I had better blows than Felix Trinidad
One I had flew her in from Baghdad
With personalized tags, chrome mags and Prada
I to stab, now she cryin in the rehab
while reminiscin about all the sessions we had
You knew all the to keep me on a mission
Put the Playstation 2 in 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
I'm up in the Bricks politickin for new flicks
On the FreakNik tip, your phattie on the 6
I faded by them hips
I split, just like Xzibit from Tha
I got bread 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 hoes} Yes {I know you got cars} Yes
{I know you spit bars} Yes {I know you stars}
{But put hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear me?}
{Put hands in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I know your nails done} Yes {I know hair done} Yes
{I know your toes done} Yes {I know you look - 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

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