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 want to do?} Do your thing, do your thing, uhh

{I said put your hands in the air - where?}
{Put your hands in the air}
{I know you like hoes} Yes {I you got cars} 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 your nails done} Yes {I know your done} Yes
{I know your toes done} Yes {I you look good - bitch}
{But put your hands in the motherfuckin air -
{Put your hands in the air - c'mon, c'mon}
{BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh
{BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh

Papi way too pimply to live this 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 slow spit slick
You might mingle with more stars Ringo
On the beach in Santo Domingo trees with singles
But I'm a mandingo I make your guts
'Til your doorknockers jingle, stack chips Pringles
Ball like the Bengals, spread love like Kringle
Get paid off the single, let them dollars
Baby, baby, dish is chrome, navy
Gray interior you feel inferior, crazy
It's over baby your vision's hazy plantin daisies
You tried to play me but couldn't fade me why they pay me

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

Since I dropped "I'm Bad" been in Jags with nickle bags
Hoes I had give blows than Felix Trinidad
One I had her Benz in from Baghdad
With tags, chrome mags and Prada bags
I refused to stab, now she in the rehab
Wishin reminiscin about all the sessions we had
You knew all the positions to keep me on a
Put the Playstation 2 in Limited Expedition
the mami I kept dipped, slept wit, crept wit
Once you got needy and sweetie I flipped like a brick
Sharin my oochie my chips
Like I'm up in the politickin 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 know you hoes} Yes {I know you got cars} Yes
{I know you spit bars} Yes {I know you stars}
{But put your hands in the air - you hear me?}
your hands in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I know your nails done} Yes {I know your hair Yes
{I your toes done} Yes {I know you look good - bitch}
{But put your 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

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