Luyện nghe bài hát Put Your Hands Up

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

{I said put your hands in the air - where?}
{Put hands in the motherfuckin air}
{I know you hoes} Yes {I know you got cars} Yes
{I know you spit 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 your hair done} Yes
{I know your done} Yes {I know you look good - bitch}
put your hands in the motherfuckin air - right}
{Put your hands in the motherfuckin air - c'mon,
{BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh
{BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh

Papi way too pimply to live this life simply
Please at them twin armored Bentleys, I love envy
Evidently, the pesos '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 slick lingo
You might with more stars than Ringo
On the beach in Santo Domingo trees with singles
But I'm a mandingo I make guts tingle
'Til your doorknockers jingle, stack chips like
Ball the Bengals, spread love like Kris Kringle
Get paid off the single, let them dollars
Baby, baby, deep is chrome, navy
Gray interior you inferior, it's crazy
It's over baby your hazy they plantin daisies
You tried to play me but fade me that's why they pay me

{I said put your hands in the air - where?}
{Put your hands in the motherfuckin
{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?}
your hands in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I know your nails done} Yes {I know your hair Yes
{I your toes done} Yes {I know you look good - bitch}
{But put your 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

Since I dropped "I'm Bad" I've been in Jags with nickle
I had give better blows than Felix Trinidad
One I had flew her Benz in Baghdad
With personalized tags, chrome mags and Prada
I refused to stab, now she in the rehab
Wishin reminiscin 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 I kept dipped, slept wit, crept wit
Once you got needy and greedy sweetie I flipped like a
Sharin my oochie my chips
Like I'm up in the Bricks politickin for new
On the FreakNik tip, grabbin your on the 6
I ain't by them hips
I split, just like Xzibit Tha LiksX
I got major to break
Recipes for cake, keys to V's and estates, I'm

{I said put your hands in the motherfuckin air -
your hands in the motherfuckin air}
{I know you hoes} Yes {I know you got cars} Yes
{I know you bars} Yes {I know you like stars}
{But put your hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear
{Put your hands in the motherfuckin air -
{I know your nails Yes {I know your hair done} Yes
{I know your toes done} Yes {I know you 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, 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!}