Luyện nghe bài hát Hands In The Air

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

I feel like
watchin me, watchin me
Could it be the way I'm still
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
harder than the one from So-So
I go broke broke
I keep with the vocals that make most know
Why the fuck I boast, boast and
Why should I sad that I got some loot now?
In fact, I how
when I back the Coupe out
Can niggas just out
The way they do when I show you Brat
With a bit of boobs out
And her big ass out
Get the out
of you bitches lose out
When the ooze out
orgasms, I'm the best at this
Throwin tantrums when I into makin shit
If you of becomin one of my favorites
You gotta pay a
I be stayin rich
I ain't quittin,
Wave a 4 45, spittin,

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

If y'all see me, see me
Im y'all somethin to look look at
a nigga neck turn turn for Brat
Burn burn these hoes 'cause I'm back and my still sag
automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon, wagon
I ain't lackin on shit
Open ya 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 of the center of my tootsie roll
Roll me something to smoke smoke and slow slow
Don't it a secret, tell all ya folks
See you I shine, I glow, glow
From the C-H-I-C-A-GO,
And I trust no, nigga make a mistake for me
Guns ready to blaze and to leave you
of the ones run
I can't control my trigger finger when it pump
Stay out the way I come come
It's guaranteed to bump the trunk, uh
And put a in ya back
If niggas is who's thumpin, it's Brat Brat

Throw yo hands in the air like you dont
This fo and bitches everywhere
Forever you playas flash on em, get cash on em
And em say, say
Hands in the air, from to side
Forever im high,
Together we ride,
I'm too tired
To get that paper,

I keep my bad braids back when the dick on the track
You can turn it down playa, we listen to that
The bass dont thump, the don't clap
That beat ain't tight nigga, shit ain't fat
Everytime I touch the mic, another record ya
I be ya back to the rhythm of rap
Test it for the low kickin', slow and fast
Niggas say, "I love that shit ya did wit Da Brat!"
Actin bad with the pad, with the pen, the paper
Still smoke a nigga the table
Put the in the words and the hooks and the phrases
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 nose out my
And I it, goddammit, 'cause I'm fiddinta get MAD
I put em in the bag
Twist, tie, put em out and Wednesday
I kick em in 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 them bitches there