Luyện nghe bài hát Put Your Hands Up

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

{I said put hands in the motherfuckin 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 in the motherfuckin air - you hear me?}
{Put your hands in the air - LADIES}
{I know your done} Yes {I know your 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 air - c'mon, c'mon}
{BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh
{BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh

Papi way too to live this fast life simply
Please squeeze at them twin Bentleys, I love envy
Evidently, the pesos made 'em me
Cause I clown on 'em, pull they broad gently, leave the bar
I Benzoes, you smell cherry air freshener
Leather and indo, I slow spit slick lingo
You might mingle with more than Ringo
On the beach in Santo lightin trees with singles
But I'm a mandingo I make guts tingle
'Til your doorknockers jingle, stack chips like
Ball like the Bengals, spread love like Kringle
Get off the single, let them dollars co-mingle
Baby, baby, dish is chrome, navy
Gray interior you feel inferior, crazy
It's over baby your vision's they plantin daisies
You to play me but couldn't fade me that's why they pay me

{I said put your hands in the motherfuckin air -
{Put your in the motherfuckin air}
{I know you like Yes {I know you got cars} Yes
{I know you spit bars} Yes {I know you stars}
put your hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear me?}
{Put your in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I know your nails done} Yes {I know hair done} Yes
{I know your done} Yes {I know you look good - bitch}
{But put your hands in the 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 with nickle bags
I had give better blows than Felix Trinidad
One I had flew her Benz in from
With tags, chrome mags and Prada bags
I refused to stab, now she in the rehab
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 I kept dipped, slept wit, crept wit
Once you got needy and greedy sweetie I like a brick
Sharin my spendin my chips
Like I'm up in the Bricks for new flicks
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 bread to
Recipes for cake, to V's and estates, I'm straight

{I said put your in the motherfuckin air - where?}
{Put your in the motherfuckin air}
{I know you like hoes} Yes {I know you got Yes
{I you spit bars} Yes {I know you like stars}
{But put your hands in the air - you hear me?}
{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 you look good - bitch}
{But put your hands in the air - right}
{Put hands 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!}