Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

[Intro - Chamillionaire -
up, hold up
If you got change for a dollar in pocket right now
Then it's 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 made one toss and all the money you had disappeared, please step to the rear
it's time to step your game up

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

[Chorus -
Got a couple grand it up (up)
With your hand and say man hold up (man hold up)
Boys in the front 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 can't fold up (can't fold up)
The in the club know us (us)
Because we act bad everytime we up (sho nuff)

[Verse -
Yeah, you know on tonight
I got 'em for my tip when I'm in "Harlem Nights" ($5 Tuesdays nigga)
Uh, and I got on all this ice (woo)
I just came from Johnny the Jeweler, better guard your sight (just Johnny partner)
Uh, yeah, in "Gentlemen's"
These other is holdin ones, we holdin Benjamins (that's real talk)
Uh, yeah, go and send 'em in
Cause we so rich, them haters sick, but ain't no (them haters sick)
Uh, yeah, police us
vehicle is this? Is somethin that you've asked enough (for real)
Uh, yeah, groupies for just
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 and that 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, like he told me (that 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 that lot, I'm hoppin outta ESV's
Uh, yeah (yeah), she to kept on me
when I spot my trunk and "Swang" it like T-R-A-E (swang and I swang and I swang to the left)
Uh, yeah, act like y'all forgot
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 like them 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, in the back can watch (already)
Uh, yeah, they want my cash to stop, but it won't (it won't stop)
I stay grindin 'til my casket drop (now run it back)
Uh, yeah, they want my to stop, but it won't stop (ch-cheah)
I stay grindin 'til my casket drop (Chamillitary mayne)
They told me talk is cheap, but broke hoes be sure talkin
Used to be moonwalkin, now those be strobe
Broke for sure callin, fo fos and fos crawlin
play with my paper get a broke nose and oh darling
Sure starvin, hungry for like it's fettuccine
Got a problem, they see me, cause I'ma it, believe me
be good at magic and bottle the baddest genie
Had to holla at Jay, cause the neck just better blingy
Wanna be me, I'm just too real to be
If you don't know me, yeah you met me, then you should hate it
You can have an opinion, but I ain't one to it
If you ridin spinners, stop it, that is overrated
Even if you on dubs, especially if you on
sixes is stationary, but somethin that you will love
Shout out to the and cuz, shout out to my B and bloods
We ain't tryna be gangsta, for real, we doin us
we gettin that paper, if you say that we're not
It's you residin somewhere up under a rock
Got 'em staring outside, love how the trunk pop
Like E-N-T is me, they be all on my Yung Joc
Reppin them hard blocks, where them hustlers they all
lady all hung up on you, now she callin your boy's celly
And that's y'all petty, my paper's for sure heavy
Don't play cause that boy deadly with like that boy Freddie