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

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

Papi way too pimply to live this life simply
squeeze at them twin armored Bentleys, I love envy
Evidently, the pesos made 'em 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 spit lingo
You might with more stars than Ringo
On the beach in Santo Domingo lightin with singles
But I'm a mandingo I your guts tingle
'Til your doorknockers jingle, stack like Pringles
Ball like the Bengals, spread love like Kris
Get paid off the single, let them co-mingle
Baby, baby, dish is chrome, navy
Gray interior you feel inferior, crazy
It's over baby your vision's hazy plantin daisies
You tried to play me but couldn't fade me that's why pay me

{I said put your hands in the motherfuckin air -
{Put your in the motherfuckin air}
{I you like hoes} Yes {I know you got cars} Yes
{I know you spit bars} Yes {I you like stars}
{But put your hands in the air - you hear me?}
your hands in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I know your nails Yes {I know your hair done} Yes
{I know your toes done} Yes {I know you good - bitch}
put your hands in the motherfuckin air - right}
{Put hands 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
Hoes I had give better blows Felix Trinidad
One I had her Benz in from Baghdad
With personalized tags, chrome mags and Prada
I refused to stab, now she cryin in the
Wishin while about all the sessions we had
You all the positions to keep me on a mission
Put the Playstation 2 in Limited Expedition
You're the mami I kept dipped, wit, crept wit
Once you got and greedy sweetie I flipped like a brick
Sharin my oochie spendin my
Like I'm up in the politickin for new flicks
On the tip, grabbin your phattie on the 6
I ain't faded by hips
I split, just Xzibit from Tha LiksX
I got major to break
for cake, keys to V's and estates, I'm straight

{I put your hands in the motherfuckin air - where?}
{Put hands in the motherfuckin air}
{I you like hoes} Yes {I know you got cars} Yes
{I know you spit bars} Yes {I you like stars}
{But put your hands in the motherfuckin air - you me?}
{Put hands in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I know your nails Yes {I know your hair done} Yes
{I know your toes done} Yes {I 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

Ride aww yeah, that's
E Mr. New Knicks, B. Daltry
Violators, "Rock the Bells"
T Rhone, get money, Markee, we this
{Violator, 2, 2, we out - freeze!}