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,
you say?} Mr. Smith
{Nigga, what you say?} I my name is Mr. Smith
{Yo, I want you to the business}
{You know what I y'all 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 Yes {I know you got cars} Yes
{I know you spit bars} Yes {I you like stars}
{But put hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear me?}
{Put your hands in the air - LADIES}
{I know your nails done} Yes {I know hair done} Yes
{I know your done} Yes {I know you look good - bitch}
put your hands in the motherfuckin air - right}
{Put your in the motherfuckin air - c'mon, c'mon}
{BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh
{BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh

Papi way too to live this fast life simply
Please squeeze at them twin Bentleys, I love envy
Evidently, the made 'em resent me
Cause I clown on 'em, pull they 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 than Ringo
On the beach in Santo Domingo lightin with singles
But I'm a mandingo I make guts tingle
'Til your doorknockers jingle, chips like Pringles
like the Bengals, spread love like Kris Kringle
Get paid off the single, let dollars co-mingle
Baby, baby, dish is chrome, navy
interior you feel inferior, it's crazy
It's over baby your vision's hazy plantin daisies
You to play me but couldn't fade me that's why they pay me

{I put your hands in the motherfuckin air - where?}
your hands in the motherfuckin air}
{I know you like hoes} Yes {I know you got Yes
{I you spit bars} Yes {I know you like stars}
{But put your hands in the motherfuckin air - you me?}
{Put hands in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I know your nails Yes {I know your hair done} Yes
{I know toes done} Yes {I know 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

I dropped "I'm Bad" I've been in Jags with nickle bags
Hoes I had give better blows Felix Trinidad
One I had flew her in from Baghdad
With personalized tags, chrome mags and Prada
I refused to stab, now she cryin in the
Wishin while reminiscin all the sessions we had
You knew all the positions to keep me on a
Put the 2 in your Limited Expedition
the mami I kept dipped, slept wit, crept wit
Once you got needy and greedy sweetie I flipped like a
Sharin my oochie spendin my
Like I'm up in the Bricks for new flicks
On the FreakNik tip, grabbin your on the 6
I ain't faded by hips
I split, just Xzibit from Tha LiksX
I got bread to break
Recipes for cake, to V's and estates, I'm straight

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