Luyện nghe bài hát Put Your Hands Up

{We about to set this motherfucker off in tonight!}
{It be da, da, da-da-da, da}
{This that real shit dawg, real shit dawg c'mon, c'mon,
{What you Mr. Smith
{Nigga, what you say?} I said my is Mr. Smith
{Yo, I want you to the business}
{You know what I want y'all to do?} Do thing, do your thing, uhh

{I said put your hands in the motherfuckin air -
your hands in the motherfuckin air}
{I know you like hoes} Yes {I 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 hands in the air - LADIES}
{I know nails done} Yes {I know your hair done} Yes
{I know your toes done} Yes {I know you good - bitch}
{But put your hands in the 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 this fast simply
Please squeeze at them twin Bentleys, I love envy
Evidently, the pesos made 'em me
I clown on 'em, pull they broad gently, leave the bar empty
I pimp Benzoes, you smell cherry air
Leather and indo, I cruise slow spit lingo
You might mingle with more than Ringo
On the beach in Santo Domingo lightin trees with
But I'm a mandingo I your guts tingle
'Til your jingle, stack chips like Pringles
like the Bengals, spread love like Kris Kringle
Get paid off the single, let dollars co-mingle
Baby, baby, dish is chrome, navy
Gray interior you feel inferior, crazy
It's over 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 hands in the motherfuckin air -
{Put your hands in the air}
{I know you like hoes} Yes {I know you got Yes
{I know you spit bars} Yes {I know you stars}
{But put your hands in the motherfuckin air - you me?}
{Put your in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I know nails done} Yes {I know your hair done} Yes
{I your toes done} Yes {I know you look good - bitch}
put your hands in the motherfuckin air - right}
{Put your hands in the motherfuckin air - c'mon,
{BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh
{BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh

Since I dropped "I'm Bad" I've been in with nickle bags
Hoes I had give better blows than Felix
One I had flew her Benz in Baghdad
With personalized tags, mags and Prada bags
I to stab, now she cryin in the rehab
Wishin reminiscin about all the sessions we had
You knew all the positions to 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
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, like Xzibit from Tha LiksX
I got bread to break
for cake, keys to V's and estates, I'm straight

{I put your hands in the motherfuckin air - where?}
{Put hands in the motherfuckin air}
{I know you like Yes {I know 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 your nails done} Yes {I know your hair done} Yes
{I know your toes done} Yes {I know you 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

Ride aww yeah, crazy
E Mr. New Knicks, B. Daltry
Violators, "Rock the Bells"
T Rhone, get money, Markee, we this
{Violator, 2, 2, we out - freeze!}