Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

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

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

[Chorus -
Got a grand hold it up (up)
With your left hand and say man hold up (man up)
Boys in the blowin up (up)
With the fat in the club, that's us (man that's us)
My boys got the club 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 for my tip when I'm in "Harlem Nights" ($5 Tuesdays nigga)
Uh, yeah and I got on all ice (woo)
I just came from Johnny the Jeweler, better guard your (just paid Johnny partner)
Uh, yeah, in "Gentlemen's"
These boys is holdin ones, we holdin Benjamins (that's real talk)
Uh, yeah, go and send 'em in
we so rich, them 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 just
We kick 'em out that candy door, they come right 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 outta here or it up (back, back it up)
Uh, Pimp C OG's, so I'm a by that bar in here, like he told me (that Sweet Jones)
Uh, yeah, my nigga on me
I got some dough you can "Get Throwed" like the Bun B (throwed, throwed)
Uh, yeah, they wanna be like me, I'm in 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
I've been makin Houston hits legit as Rap-A-Lot (what up International Red)
Uh, yeah, let off the gas and
if you still spinnin like them mix 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 back can (already)
Uh, yeah, they want my cash to stop, but it won't stop (it stop)
cause I stay 'til my casket drop (now run it back)
Uh, yeah, they want my to stop, but it won't stop (ch-cheah)
cause I stay grindin 'til my casket (Chamillitary mayne)
They told me that talk is cheap, but broke be sure talkin
to be moonwalkin, now those be strobe walkin
Broke for sure callin, fo fos and fos crawlin
Don't with my paper get a broke nose and oh darling
Sure starvin, hungry for fetti like fettuccine
Got a problem, see me, cause 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 better
Wanna be me, I'm too real to be duplicated
If you don't me, yeah you never 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, that is overrated
Even if you on dubs, especially if you on
Them sixes is stationary, but somethin that you will
Shout out to the blue and cuz, out to my B and bloods
We tryna be gangsta, for real, we just doin us
Yeah we that paper, if you say that we're not
It's obvious you residin somewhere up under a
Got 'em staring outside, they how the trunk pop
Block E-N-T is me, they be all on my Yung Joc
Reppin them hard blocks, them hustlers they all ready
Your lady all hung up on you, now she callin your boy's
And that's because y'all petty, my paper's for sure
Don't play cause that boy deadly with like that boy Freddie