Luyện nghe bài hát Man Hold Up

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

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

- Chamillionaire]
Got a grand hold it up (up)
your left hand and say man hold up (man hold up)
Boys in the blowin up (up)
With the fat in the club, that's us (man that's us)
My boys got the club up
Stacks so fat, that they can't fold up (can't up)
The girls in the know us (us)
Because we act bad everytime we up (sho nuff)

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