Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

[Intro - Chamillionaire -
up, hold up
If you got for a dollar in your pocket right now
Then time to exit the club
If you've been sippin out the same cup you got here and now you swallowin ice (woo)
it's time to exit the club
If you made one toss and all the money you had disappeared, please step to the rear
Then it's to step your game up

ch-ch-cheah, ch-ch-cheah, ch-ch-cheah, mayne

[Chorus -
Got a couple grand it up (up)
With your left hand and say man up (man hold up)
in the front blowin up (up)
With the fat stacks in the club, that's us (man us)
My boys got the sewed up
Stacks so fat, they can't fold up (can't fold up)
The in the club know us (us)
Because we act bad everytime we up (sho nuff)

[Verse -
Yeah, you know on tonight
I got 'em strippin for my tip I'm in "Harlem Nights" ($5 Tuesdays nigga)
Uh, and I got on all this ice (woo)
I just came from Johnny the Jeweler, better guard sight (just paid Johnny partner)
Uh, yeah, in "Gentlemen's"
These other boys is holdin ones, we Benjamins (that's real talk)
Uh, yeah, go ahead and 'em in
Cause we so rich, haters sick, but ain't no medicine (them haters sick)
Uh, yeah, police us
Who's vehicle is this? Is that you've asked enough (for real)
Uh, yeah, groupies for passin
We kick 'em out candy door, they come right back to us (come right back to us, already)
Uh, yeah, the golden was up
but I saw gold and was old, so I got platinum plus (revenge)
Uh, yeah, bring it if you bad
But if you not get up here or back it up (back, back it up)
Uh, Pimp C OG's, so I'm a ballin by that bar in here, like he me (that Sweet Jones)
Uh, yeah, my drinks on me
I got some you can "Get Throwed" like the homie Bun B (throwed, throwed)
Uh, yeah, they be like me, I'm in that lot, I'm hoppin outta candy ESV's
Uh, yeah (yeah), she to kept on me
that's I spot my trunk and "Swang" it like T-R-A-E (swang and I swang and I swang to the left)
Uh, yeah, act like y'all forgot
that I've been makin Houston legit as Rap-A-Lot (what up International Red)
Uh, yeah, let off the gas and
if you still spinnin like mix show DJ's, add the box (what up home of the Boys)
Uh, yeah, we watchin Magnavox, the car TV's is big enough, boys in the can watch (already)
Uh, yeah, they want my cash to stop, but it won't stop (it stop)
cause I stay grindin 'til my casket (now run it back)
Uh, yeah, they want my to stop, but it won't stop (ch-cheah)
cause I stay grindin 'til my drop (Chamillitary mayne)
They told me that talk is cheap, but hoes be sure talkin
to be moonwalkin, now those be strobe walkin
Broke hoes for sure callin, fo fos and fos
Don't play my paper get a broke nose and oh darling
Sure starvin, hungry for fetti it's fettuccine
Got a problem, they see me, I'ma solve it, believe me
Better be good at and bottle the baddest genie
Had to holla at Jay, cause the neck just look blingy
Wanna be me, I'm just too real to be
If you don't know me, yeah you met me, then you should hate it
You can have an opinion, but I ain't one to it
If you ridin spinners, stop it, nonsense is overrated
if you on dubs, especially if you on hubs
Them sixes is stationary, but that you will love
Shout out to the and cuz, shout out to my B and bloods
We ain't tryna be gangsta, for real, we just us
Yeah we gettin paper, if you say that we're not
It's obvious you residin somewhere up under a
Got 'em outside, they love how the trunk pop
Like Block is me, they be all on my Yung Joc
Reppin them blocks, where them hustlers they all ready
Your lady all hung up on you, now she callin boy's celly
And that's because y'all petty, my paper's for heavy
Don't cause that boy deadly with hands like that boy Freddie