Luyện nghe bài hát Hands In The Air

Niggas watchin me (funky!)
But I want em to keep on me
I'ma keep em sumthin to see (smokin!)

I always feel
Somebody's watchin me, me
it be the way I'm still tight?
Niggas that use to feel me jockin me, jockin me
The, whole got too much money for me
To not get no dough, dough, no hoe
harder than the one from So-So
I never go broke
I comin with the vocals that make most know
Why the fuck I boast, and brag
Why should I look sad that I got some loot
In fact, I how
Watch I back the Coupe out
Can niggas troop out
The same way they do when I you Brat
With a little bit of out
And her big ass out
Get the out
Some of you bitches out
the sexiness ooze out
Like orgasms, I'm the at this
Throwin tantrums when I move into shit
If you of becomin one of my favorites
You gotta pay a
I be stayin rich
I quittin, quittin
Wave a 4 45, spittin,

Throw yo hands in the air you dont care
This fo niggas and bitches
you playas playas flash on em, get cash on em
And em say, say
Hands in the air, from side to
Forever im high,
we ride, ride
I'm never too
To get that paper,

If wanna see me, see me
Im give y'all somethin to look at
Make a nigga turn turn for Brat
Burn burn these hoes 'cause I'm back and my still sag
It's automatic, they wanna on my wagon, wagon
I ain't lackin lackin on
ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes that fit fit
I'm articulate and on who I let hit hit
And get up in the middle of the of my tootsie roll
Roll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow
Don't keep it a secret, all ya folks
See you I shine, I glow, glow
the C-H-I-C-A-GO, 6-0-6-4-4
And I trust no, nigga that make a for me
Guns ready to blaze and to with you
Some of the run
I control my trigger finger when it pump pump
Stay out the way when I come
It's guaranteed to 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 care
This fo and bitches everywhere
Forever you playas playas flash on em, get on em
And em say, say
Hands in the air, from to side
im high, high
Together we ride,
I'm never too
To get that paper,

I my bad braids back when puttin the dick on the track
You can turn it down playa, we don't listen to
The bass thump, the snare don't clap
That ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat
Everytime I the mic, another record ya slap
I be breakin ya back to the of rap
Test it loud for the low kickin', slow and
Niggas say, "I love that shit ya did wit Da Brat!"
Actin bad the pad, with the pen, with the paper
Still smoke a nigga the table
Put the lines in the words and the hooks and the
of puttin out sumthin thats blazin
Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya
And ya out ya ass
And keep ya out my buisness
And I mean it, goddammit, 'cause I'm get MAD
I put em in the bag
Twist, tie, put em out and Wednesday
I em in they raggely ass
Take from em everytime I bet against 'em
I know it ain't
But I swim alligators and I wrestle with bears
ya hands in the air
As high as you can, and leave them bitches