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

{I put your 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 bars} Yes {I know you like stars}
put your hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear me?}
{Put your 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 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 fast life simply
Please at them twin armored Bentleys, I love envy
Evidently, the made 'em resent me
Cause I clown on 'em, pull broad gently, leave the bar empty
I pimp Benzoes, you smell air freshener
Leather and indo, I slow spit slick lingo
You might with more stars than Ringo
On the beach in Santo Domingo lightin with singles
But I'm a mandingo I make your tingle
'Til your doorknockers jingle, stack chips Pringles
Ball like the Bengals, spread love Kris Kringle
Get paid off the single, let dollars co-mingle
Baby, baby, deep dish is chrome,
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 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 spit Yes {I know you like stars}
{But put hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear me?}
{Put your in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I know your nails done} Yes {I your hair done} Yes
{I know your done} Yes {I know you look good - bitch}
{But put 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 dropped "I'm Bad" I've been in with nickle bags
Hoes I had give blows than Felix Trinidad
One I had her Benz in from Baghdad
With personalized tags, chrome and Prada bags
I refused to stab, now she in the rehab
Wishin while about all the sessions we had
You knew all the positions to 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 sweetie I flipped like a
Sharin my oochie spendin my
I'm up in the Bricks politickin for new flicks
On the tip, grabbin your phattie on the 6
I faded by them hips
I split, like Xzibit from Tha LiksX
I got major bread to
Recipes for cake, keys to V's and estates, I'm

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

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