Luyện nghe bài hát Put Your Hands Up

{We to set this motherfucker off in here tonight!}
{It be da, da, da-da-da, da}
{This that real shit dawg, real dawg c'mon, c'mon, come}
{What you Mr. Smith
{Nigga, you say?} I said my name is Mr. Smith
{Yo, I you to state the business}
{You know what I want y'all to do?} Do thing, do your thing, uhh

{I said put your hands in the air - where?}
{Put your hands in the air}
{I you like hoes} Yes {I know 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 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 life simply
Please squeeze at them twin Bentleys, I love envy
Evidently, the pesos made 'em me
Cause I clown on 'em, they broad gently, leave the bar empty
I pimp Benzoes, you smell air freshener
Leather and indo, I cruise slow slick lingo
You might mingle with more stars than
On the beach in Santo lightin trees with singles
But I'm a mandingo I make guts tingle
your doorknockers jingle, stack chips like Pringles
Ball the Bengals, spread love like Kris Kringle
Get paid off the single, let them dollars
Baby, baby, deep dish is chrome,
Gray interior you feel inferior, crazy
It's over baby your vision's hazy they daisies
You tried to play me but couldn't fade me why they pay me

{I said put your hands in the motherfuckin air -
{Put hands in the motherfuckin air}
{I know you hoes} Yes {I know you got cars} Yes
{I know you spit bars} Yes {I you like stars}
put your hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear me?}
{Put hands in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I know your nails done} Yes {I know hair done} Yes
{I know your toes done} Yes {I know you look - bitch}
{But put your hands in the motherfuckin air -
{Put your hands in the motherfuckin air - 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 than Felix
One I had her Benz in from Baghdad
With personalized tags, chrome and Prada bags
I to stab, now she cryin in the rehab
Wishin while about all the sessions we had
You knew all the to keep me on a mission
Put the Playstation 2 in your Limited
You're the mami I dipped, slept wit, crept wit
Once you got needy and greedy sweetie I like a brick
Sharin my oochie my chips
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 like Xzibit Tha LiksX
I got major bread to
for cake, keys to V's and estates, I'm straight

{I said put hands in the motherfuckin air - where?}
{Put your hands in the air}
{I you like hoes} Yes {I know you got cars} Yes
{I know you bars} Yes {I know you like stars}
{But put hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear me?}
{Put your hands in the motherfuckin air -
{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}
your hands 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 Knicks, B. Daltry
Violators, "Rock the Bells"
T Rhone, get money, Markee, we this
{Violator, 2, 2, we out - freeze!}