Luyện nghe bài hát Put Your Hands Up

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

{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 know you spit bars} Yes {I know you like
{But put your hands in the motherfuckin air - you me?}
{Put your hands in the motherfuckin air -
{I know nails done} Yes {I know your hair done} Yes
{I know your toes done} Yes {I know you good - bitch}
put your hands 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

Papi way too pimply to live this fast simply
Please squeeze at them armored Bentleys, I love envy
Evidently, the made 'em resent me
Cause I clown on 'em, pull they broad gently, the bar empty
I pimp Benzoes, you cherry air freshener
Leather and indo, I cruise slow spit lingo
You might mingle with stars than Ringo
On the beach in Santo Domingo lightin trees singles
But I'm a mandingo I your guts tingle
'Til your doorknockers jingle, chips like Pringles
like the Bengals, spread love like Kris Kringle
Get paid off the single, let them co-mingle
Baby, baby, deep dish is chrome,
Gray interior you feel inferior, crazy
It's over baby your vision's hazy they plantin
You tried to play me but couldn't me that's why they pay me

{I said put your hands in the motherfuckin air -
{Put your hands in the air}
{I know you like hoes} Yes {I know you got Yes
{I know you bars} Yes {I know you like stars}
{But put hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear me?}
{Put hands in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I know your nails done} Yes {I your hair done} Yes
{I know your toes Yes {I know you look good - bitch}
put your hands in the motherfuckin air - right}
{Put your hands in the 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
personalized tags, chrome mags and Prada bags
I to stab, now she cryin in the rehab
Wishin reminiscin 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 mami I dipped, slept wit, crept wit
Once you got needy and sweetie I flipped like a brick
Sharin my oochie my chips
Like I'm up in the politickin 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 bread to break
for cake, keys to V's and estates, I'm straight

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

Ride aww yeah, crazy
E Mr. New Knicks, B. Daltry
Violators, "Rock the Bells"
T Rhone, get money, Markee, we doin
{Violator, 2, 2, we out - freeze!}