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 dawg, real 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 your thing, do your thing, uhh

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

Papi way too pimply to this fast life simply
Please squeeze at twin armored Bentleys, I love envy
Evidently, the made 'em resent me
Cause I clown on 'em, pull they gently, leave the bar empty
I pimp Benzoes, you smell air freshener
Leather and indo, I cruise slow slick lingo
You might mingle more stars than Ringo
On the beach in Santo lightin trees with singles
But I'm a mandingo I your guts tingle
'Til your jingle, stack chips like Pringles
like the Bengals, spread love like Kris Kringle
Get paid off the single, let dollars co-mingle
Baby, baby, deep is chrome, navy
Gray interior you feel inferior, crazy
It's over baby your vision's hazy they daisies
You tried to play me but fade me that's why they pay me

{I said put hands in the motherfuckin air - where?}
{Put hands in the motherfuckin air}
{I know you hoes} Yes {I know you got cars} Yes
{I know you spit bars} Yes {I know you like
put your hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear me?}
{Put your hands in the motherfuckin air -
{I know your nails done} Yes {I know your done} Yes
{I know your toes Yes {I know you look good - bitch}
{But put hands in the motherfuckin air - right}
your 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 flew her Benz in Baghdad
With tags, chrome mags and Prada bags
I to stab, now she cryin in the rehab
while reminiscin about all the sessions we had
You knew all the positions to keep me on a
Put the Playstation 2 in your Expedition
You're the mami I dipped, slept wit, crept wit
Once you got needy and sweetie I flipped like a brick
Sharin my spendin my chips
Like I'm up in the politickin for new flicks
On the FreakNik tip, grabbin phattie on the 6
I faded by them hips
I split, just like Xzibit Tha LiksX
I got bread to break
Recipes for cake, keys to V's and estates, I'm

{I said put your 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 in the motherfuckin air - you hear me?}
{Put hands in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I know your nails done} Yes {I know your done} Yes
{I know your toes done} Yes {I know you 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

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