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, shit dawg c'mon, c'mon, come}
{What you Mr. Smith
{Nigga, what you I said 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}
put your hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear me?}
{Put hands in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I know nails done} 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 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 life
Please squeeze at them twin armored Bentleys, I love
Evidently, the pesos 'em resent me
Cause I clown on 'em, pull they gently, leave the bar empty
I pimp Benzoes, you smell cherry air
Leather and indo, I cruise slow spit slick
You might mingle with more than Ringo
On the beach in Santo Domingo lightin trees singles
But I'm a mandingo I make guts tingle
'Til your jingle, stack chips like Pringles
Ball like the Bengals, spread love like Kris
Get off the single, let them dollars co-mingle
Baby, baby, deep dish is chrome,
Gray you feel inferior, it's crazy
It's over your vision's hazy they plantin daisies
You tried to play me but couldn't fade me that's why pay me

{I said put hands in the motherfuckin air - where?}
{Put your hands in the motherfuckin
{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 air - you hear me?}
{Put hands in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I know your nails done} Yes {I know your hair 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

Since I "I'm Bad" I've been in Jags with nickle bags
Hoes I had give better blows Felix Trinidad
One I had her Benz in from Baghdad
personalized tags, chrome mags and Prada bags
I refused to stab, now she in the rehab
Wishin while about all the sessions we had
You knew all the to keep me on a mission
Put the Playstation 2 in your Limited
You're the mami I dipped, slept wit, crept wit
Once you got needy and greedy I flipped like a brick
my oochie spendin my chips
Like I'm up in the Bricks for new flicks
On the tip, grabbin your phattie on the 6
I ain't faded by them
I split, just like from Tha LiksX
I got bread to break
Recipes for cake, to V's and estates, I'm straight

{I said put your hands in the air - where?}
your 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 hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear
{Put hands in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I know your nails done} Yes {I know your done} Yes
{I know your toes done} Yes {I know you good - bitch}
{But put your hands in the air - right}
{Put your 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 Knicks, B. Daltry
Violators, "Rock the Bells"
T Rhone, get money, Markee, we doin
{Violator, 2, 2, we out - freeze!}