Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

[Intro - - talking]
Hold up, up
If you got for a dollar in your pocket right now
Then time to exit the club
If you've been out the same cup since you got here and now you swallowin ice (woo)
it's time to exit the club
If you made one toss and all the you had disappeared, then please step to the rear
Then it's time to your game up

ch-ch-cheah, ch-ch-cheah, ch-ch-cheah, mayne

[Chorus -
Got a grand hold it up (up)
With your left hand and say man up (man hold up)
Boys in the front up (up)
With the fat stacks in the club, us (man that's us)
My got the club sewed up
Stacks so fat, they can't fold up (can't fold up)
The girls in the know us (us)
we act bad everytime we show up (sho nuff)

[Verse -
Yeah, you it's on tonight
I got 'em strippin for my tip I'm in "Harlem Nights" ($5 Tuesdays nigga)
Uh, yeah and I got on all ice (woo)
I just came from Johnny the Jeweler, better guard sight (just paid Johnny partner)
Uh, yeah, in "Gentlemen's"
These other boys is ones, we holdin Benjamins (that's real talk)
Uh, yeah, go ahead and 'em in
Cause we so rich, them haters sick, but ain't no medicine (them sick)
Uh, yeah, harassin us
Who's is this? Is somethin that you've asked enough (for real)
Uh, yeah, groupies for passin
We kick 'em out that candy door, they come right to us (come right back to us, already)
Uh, yeah, the golden was up
but I saw gold and was old, so I got platinum plus (revenge)
Uh, yeah, it if you bad enough
But if you not get up here or back it up (back, back it up)
Uh, Pimp C OG's, so I'm a ballin by that bar in here, he told me (that Sweet Jones)
Uh, yeah, my drinks on me
I got dough you can "Get Throwed" like the homie Bun B (throwed, throwed)
Uh, yeah, they wanna be like me, I'm in that lot, I'm outta candy ESV's
Uh, yeah (yeah), she to kept on me
that's when I spot my trunk and "Swang" it T-R-A-E (swang and I swang and I swang to the left)
Uh, yeah, don't act like y'all
I've been makin Houston hits legit as Rap-A-Lot (what up International Red)
Uh, yeah, let off the gas and
if you spinnin like them mix show DJ's, add the box (what up home of the Boys)
Uh, yeah, we watchin Magnavox, the car is big enough, boys in the back can watch (already)
Uh, yeah, want my cash to stop, but it won't stop (it won't stop)
I stay grindin 'til my casket drop (now run it back)
Uh, yeah, they want my cash to stop, but it stop (ch-cheah)
cause I stay grindin 'til my casket (Chamillitary mayne)
They me that talk is cheap, but broke hoes be sure talkin
Used to be moonwalkin, now those be strobe
Broke hoes for callin, fo fos and fos crawlin
play with my paper get a broke nose and oh darling
Sure starvin, for fetti like it's fettuccine
Got a problem, they see me, cause I'ma it, believe me
Better be good at magic and bottle the baddest
Had to holla at Jay, cause the neck just look better
Wanna be me, I'm just too to be duplicated
If you don't know me, you never met me, then you should hate it
You can have an opinion, but I one to debate it
If you ridin spinners, stop it, that is overrated
Even if you on dubs, if you on hubs
Them is stationary, but somethin that you will love
Shout out to the blue and cuz, out to my B and bloods
We ain't tryna be gangsta, for real, we just us
Yeah we gettin that paper, if you say that not
It's obvious you residin somewhere up under a
Got 'em staring outside, love how the trunk pop
Block E-N-T is me, they be all on my Yung Joc
Reppin hard blocks, where them hustlers they all ready
Your lady all hung up on you, now she callin your boy's
And because y'all petty, my paper's for sure heavy
Don't play cause that boy with hands like that boy Freddie