Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

[Intro - Chamillionaire -
Hold up, up
If you got for a dollar in your pocket right now
it's time to exit the club
If you've been out the same cup since you got here and now you swallowin ice (woo)
Then it's time to the club
If you made one toss and all the money you had disappeared, then step to the rear
Then it's time to step your up

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

- Chamillionaire]
Got a grand hold it up (up)
With your left hand and say man hold up (man 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 they can't up (can't fold up)
The girls in the club us (us)
we act bad everytime we show up (sho nuff)

[Verse -
Yeah, you know 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 came from 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 ahead and 'em in
Cause we so rich, haters sick, but ain't no medicine (them haters sick)
Uh, yeah, harassin 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 back to us (come right to us, already)
Uh, yeah, the plaques was up
but I saw gold and was old, so I got platinum plus (revenge)
Uh, yeah, bring it if you bad
But if you not get up outta here or it up (back, back it up)
Uh, Pimp C OG's, so I'm a by that bar in here, like he told me (that Sweet Jones)
Uh, yeah, my nigga on me
I got some dough you can "Get Throwed" like the Bun B (throwed, throwed)
Uh, yeah, they be like me, I'm in that lot, I'm hoppin outta candy ESV's
Uh, yeah (yeah), she to kept on me
that's when I spot my trunk and "Swang" it like T-R-A-E (swang and I swang and I to the left)
Uh, yeah, act like y'all forgot
I've been makin Houston hits 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, in the back can watch (already)
Uh, yeah, want my cash to stop, but it won't stop (it won't stop)
cause I stay grindin 'til my casket (now run it back)
Uh, yeah, they my cash to stop, but it won't stop (ch-cheah)
cause I stay grindin 'til my drop (Chamillitary mayne)
They me that talk is cheap, but broke hoes be sure talkin
Used to be moonwalkin, now those be walkin
Broke hoes for sure callin, fo fos and fos
Don't play with my paper get a broke nose and oh
Sure starvin, hungry for fetti it's fettuccine
Got a problem, they see me, I'ma solve it, believe me
Better be good at magic and bottle the baddest
Had to holla at Jay, cause the neck look better blingy
Wanna be me, I'm just too real to be
If you know me, yeah you never met me, then you should hate it
You can have an opinion, but I one to debate it
If you ridin spinners, stop it, that is overrated
Even if you on dubs, especially if you on
Them sixes is stationary, but somethin that you love
out to the blue and cuz, shout out to my B and bloods
We ain't be gangsta, for real, we just doin us
we gettin that paper, if you say that we're not
It's obvious you residin up under a rock
Got 'em staring outside, they how the trunk pop
Block E-N-T is me, they be all on my Yung Joc
Reppin them 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 for sure heavy
Don't play that boy deadly with hands like that boy Freddie