Luyện nghe bài hát Put Your Hands Up

{We about to set this motherfucker off in tonight!}
{It be da, da, da-da-da, da}
{This that real 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 want you to the business}
{You know what I want to do?} Do your thing, do your thing, uhh

{I said put your hands in the motherfuckin air -
{Put your hands in the motherfuckin
{I know you like hoes} Yes {I you got cars} Yes
{I know you bars} Yes {I know you like stars}
{But put your hands in the motherfuckin air - you me?}
your hands in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I know your nails done} Yes {I know your hair Yes
{I know toes done} Yes {I know you look good - bitch}
{But put 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 pimply to live this fast simply
Please at them twin armored Bentleys, I love envy
Evidently, the made 'em resent me
Cause I clown on 'em, pull they broad gently, the bar empty
I Benzoes, you smell cherry air freshener
Leather and indo, I cruise slow spit slick
You might mingle with more stars than
On the beach in Santo Domingo lightin trees with
But I'm a mandingo I your guts tingle
'Til your jingle, stack chips like Pringles
Ball like the Bengals, spread love like Kris
Get paid off the single, let them dollars
Baby, baby, deep is chrome, navy
Gray interior you feel inferior, crazy
It's baby your vision's hazy they plantin daisies
You tried to play me but couldn't fade me why they pay me

{I put your hands in the motherfuckin air - where?}
{Put your hands in the motherfuckin
{I know you like hoes} Yes {I know you got Yes
{I know you bars} Yes {I know you like stars}
{But put your hands in the air - you hear me?}
{Put your hands in the air - LADIES}
{I know your nails done} Yes {I know your done} Yes
{I know your toes done} Yes {I know you look good -
{But put your hands in the 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" I've been in with nickle bags
Hoes I had give better blows than Felix
One I had flew her Benz in from
With personalized tags, chrome and Prada bags
I refused to stab, now she cryin in the
Wishin reminiscin about all the sessions we had
You all the positions to keep me on a mission
Put the Playstation 2 in Limited Expedition
You're the mami I kept dipped, slept wit, wit
Once you got needy and greedy I flipped like a brick
Sharin my oochie my chips
Like I'm up in the Bricks for new flicks
On the FreakNik tip, your phattie on the 6
I ain't by them hips
I split, just like Xzibit from Tha
I got bread to break
Recipes for cake, to V's and estates, I'm straight

{I said put your in the motherfuckin air - where?}
{Put your in the motherfuckin 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 motherfuckin air - you me?}
{Put your hands in the motherfuckin air -
{I know your nails done} Yes {I your hair done} Yes
{I know your toes done} Yes {I 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 doin
{Violator, 2, 2, we out - freeze!}