Luyện nghe bài hát Hands in Da Air

Niggas always me
(Funky)
But I want 'em to keep on me
I'ma keep 'em sumthin' to see
(Smokin')

I always like
Somebody's me, watchin' me
Could it be the way I'm tight?
that didn't use to feel me jockin' me, jockin' me

The, whole world got too much for me
To not get no dough, dough, no hoe
Rock harder than the one from
I go broke, broke

I keep comin with the vocals that most know
Why the fuck I boast, and brag
Why should I look sad that I got some now?
In fact, I how

Watch when I back the out
Can niggas troop out?
The way they do when I show you Brat
With a bit of boobs out

And her big ass out
Get the out
Some of you lose out
When the ooze out

Like orgasms, I'm the at this
tantrums when I move into makin' shit
If you of becomin' one of my favorites
You pay a bitch 'cause I be stayin' rich
I ain't quittin',
Way before, "Funkdafied" I was spittin',

Throw yo' hands in the air like you care
fo' niggas and bitches everywhere
Forever you playas flash on 'em
Get on 'em

And 'em say, say
Hands in the air, from side to
I'm high, high
Together we ride,
I'm never too tired to get that paper,

If y'all see me, see me
I'm give y'all somethin' to look at
a nigga neck turn turn for Brat
Burn burn these hoes 'cause I'm and my pants still sag

It's automatic, they wanna on my wagon, wagon
I lackin', lackin' on shit
Open ya eyes when my body when I try on that fit fit
I'm and particulate on who I let hit hit

And get up in the middle of the center of my roll
Roll me something to smoke and burn slow slow
Don't keep it a secret, tell all ya
See you when I shine, I glow,
the C H I C A G O, 60644

And I trust no, nigga that make a for me
Guns ready to blaze and to leave you
Some of the run
I can't control my trigger finger when it pump,

Stay out the way when I come
It's to bump, bump the trunk, uh
And put a hump in ya
If niggas is askin' who's thumpin', Brat Brat

Throw yo' hands in the air like you don't
This fo' and bitches everywhere
Forever you playas flash on 'em
Get on 'em

And 'em say, say
Hands in the air, side to side
Forever I'm high,
we ride, ride
I'm never too tired to get that paper,

I keep my bad back when puttin' the dick on the track
You can turn it down playa, we don't to that
The don't thump, we spit on crap
That ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat

Every time shit come out, I toss it back and I slap
I be breakin' ya back to the of rap
[Unverified] test it for the low frequency, where it's at?
say, "I love that fuckin' shit ya did wit Da Brat!"

Actin' bad with the pad, with the pen, with the
Still smoke a nigga the table
Put the lines in the and the hooks and the phrases
Instead of puttin' out that's blazin'

Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya
And ya out ya ass
And ya nose out my business
And I mean it, goddammit, 'cause I'm get mad

I put 'em in the bag
Twist tie, put 'em out and Wednesday
I kick 'em in raggely ass
Take money 'em and you know I better get some

I it ain't fair
But I smoke with and I wrestle with bears
ya hands in the air
As high as you can and leave bitches there

Throw yo' hands in the air like you care
This fo' niggas and bitches
Forever you playas flash on 'em
Get on 'em

And 'em say, say
in the air, from side to side
Forever I'm high,
Together we ride,
I'm never too to get that paper, baby

Throw yo' hands in the air like you don't
This fo' niggas and bitches
Forever you playas flash on 'em
Get on 'em

And 'em say, say
in the air, from side to side
Forever I'm high,
we ride, ride
I'm never too tired to get that paper,