Luyện nghe bài hát Hands In The Air

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

I always like
Somebody's watchin me, me
Could it be the way I'm tight?
Niggas that didn't use to feel me jockin me, me
The, whole world got too money for me
To not get no dough, dough, no hoe
Rock than the one from So-So
I never go broke
I keep comin the vocals that make most know
Why the fuck I boast, boast and
Why should I look sad that I got some now?
In fact, I how
when I back the Coupe out
Can just 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 makin shit
If you of becomin one of my favorites
You gotta pay a
Cause I be rich
I quittin, quittin
Wave a 4 45, spittin,

Throw yo hands in the air 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 side to
im high, high
Together we ride,
I'm never too
To get that paper,

If y'all see me, see me
Im give y'all somethin to look at
a nigga neck turn turn for Brat
Burn burn hoes 'cause I'm back and my pants 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 middle of the center of my tootsie
Roll me something to smoke and burn slow slow
Don't keep it a secret, all ya folks
See you when I shine, I glow,
From the C-H-I-C-A-GO,
And I no, nigga that make a mistake for me
Guns to blaze and to leave with you
Some of the run
I control my trigger finger when it pump pump
Stay out the way I come come
It's to bump bump the trunk, uh
And put a in ya back
If niggas is askin who's thumpin, it's Brat

Throw yo hands in the air like you care
This fo and bitches everywhere
Forever you playas playas on em, get cash on em
And em say, say
in the air, from side 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 it down playa, we don't listen to that
The bass dont thump, the snare don't
beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat
Everytime I touch the mic, another ya slap
I be breakin ya to the rhythm of rap
Test it loud for the low kickin', and fast
Niggas say, "I love that fuckin ya did wit Da Brat!"
Actin bad with the pad, the pen, with the paper
Still smoke a nigga the table
Put the lines in the and the hooks and the phrases
Instead of puttin out sumthin blazin
Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya out ya mouth
And ya out ya ass
And keep ya out my buisness
And I mean it, goddammit, I'm fiddinta get MAD
I put em in the bag
Twist, tie, put em out Monday and
I kick em in they ass
Take from em everytime I bet against 'em
I know it ain't
But I swim with alligators and I wrestle bears
Throw ya in the air
As high as you can, and leave them there