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 say?} Mr.
{Nigga, what you say?} I said my name is Mr.
{Yo, I want you to state the
{You what I want y'all to do?} Do your thing, do your thing, uhh

{I put your hands in the motherfuckin air - where?}
{Put your hands in the motherfuckin
{I know you hoes} Yes {I know you got cars} Yes
{I know you spit bars} Yes {I know you like
{But put your hands in the motherfuckin air - you me?}
{Put your hands in the motherfuckin air -
{I know your nails done} Yes {I know hair done} Yes
{I know your toes done} Yes {I know you good - bitch}
{But put your in the motherfuckin air - right}
your 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 this life simply
Please squeeze at them twin armored Bentleys, I love
Evidently, the made 'em resent me
Cause I clown on 'em, they broad gently, leave the bar empty
I pimp Benzoes, you cherry air freshener
Leather and indo, I slow spit slick lingo
You might mingle with stars than Ringo
On the beach in Santo Domingo lightin with singles
But I'm a mandingo I make guts tingle
'Til your jingle, stack chips like Pringles
Ball the Bengals, spread love like Kris Kringle
Get paid off the single, let them co-mingle
Baby, baby, deep dish is chrome,
Gray interior you inferior, it's crazy
over baby your vision's hazy they plantin daisies
You tried to play me but couldn't fade me that's why pay me

{I said put your hands in the air - where?}
{Put your hands in the motherfuckin
{I know you like Yes {I know you got cars} Yes
{I you spit bars} Yes {I know you like stars}
{But put your hands in the air - you hear me?}
{Put your hands in the motherfuckin air -
{I know your nails done} Yes {I know hair done} Yes
{I know toes done} Yes {I know you look good - bitch}
{But put your hands in the air - right}
{Put your 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 in Jags with nickle bags
Hoes I had give better blows than Trinidad
One I had flew her Benz in Baghdad
With personalized tags, mags and Prada bags
I refused to stab, now she in the rehab
Wishin while reminiscin about all the we had
You knew all the to keep me on a mission
Put the 2 in your Limited Expedition
You're the I kept dipped, slept wit, crept wit
Once you got needy and greedy sweetie I like a brick
Sharin my oochie my chips
I'm up in the Bricks politickin for new flicks
On the FreakNik tip, grabbin your on the 6
I faded by them hips
I split, just Xzibit from Tha LiksX
I got major to break
Recipes for cake, to V's and estates, I'm straight

{I said put your hands in the motherfuckin air -
{Put your hands in the air}
{I know you like hoes} Yes {I you got cars} Yes
{I you spit bars} Yes {I know you like stars}
{But put your hands in the motherfuckin air - you me?}
{Put your hands in the 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 your hands in the motherfuckin air -
{Put your 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!}