Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

[Intro - Chamillionaire -
Hold up, up
If you got for a dollar in your pocket right now
Then it's time to the club
If been sippin out the same cup since you got here 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
it's time to step your game up

ch-ch-cheah, ch-ch-cheah, ch-ch-cheah, Chamillitary

- Chamillionaire]
Got a grand hold it up (up)
With your hand and say man hold up (man hold up)
Boys in the blowin up (up)
With the fat stacks in the club, that's us (man us)
My got the club sewed up
so fat, that they 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 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 from Johnny the Jeweler, better 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
Cause we so rich, them sick, but ain't no medicine (them haters sick)
Uh, yeah, harassin us
Who's vehicle is this? Is somethin that asked enough (for real)
Uh, yeah, groupies for passin
We kick 'em out that candy door, they come right back to us (come 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 outta here or 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 you can "Get Throwed" like the homie Bun B (throwed, throwed)
Uh, yeah, they wanna be me, I'm in that lot, I'm hoppin outta candy ESV's
Uh, yeah (yeah), she tried to 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, 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 spinnin like them mix show DJ's, add the box (what up of the Boys)
Uh, yeah, we watchin Magnavox, the car TV's is big enough, boys in the can watch (already)
Uh, yeah, they want my to stop, but it won't stop (it won't stop)
cause I stay grindin my casket drop (now run it back)
Uh, yeah, they want my cash to stop, but it stop (ch-cheah)
cause I grindin 'til my casket drop (Chamillitary mayne)
They me that talk is cheap, but broke hoes be sure talkin
Used to be moonwalkin, now those be strobe
hoes for sure callin, fo fos and fos crawlin
Don't play with my get a broke nose and oh darling
Sure starvin, hungry for like it's fettuccine
Got a problem, see me, cause I'ma solve it, believe me
Better be good at magic and bottle the genie
Had to holla at Jay, cause the just look better blingy
Wanna be me, I'm just too real to be
If you don't know me, yeah you never met me, then you should 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, especially if you on
Them sixes is stationary, but somethin you will love
out to the blue and cuz, shout out to my B and bloods
We ain't tryna be gangsta, for real, we just us
Yeah we gettin paper, if you say that we're not
It's obvious you somewhere up under a rock
Got 'em staring outside, they how the trunk pop
Like Block E-N-T is me, they be all on my Joc
them hard blocks, where them hustlers they all ready
Your all hung up on you, now she callin your boy's celly
And that's because y'all petty, my paper's for heavy
Don't play cause that boy with hands like that boy Freddie