Luyện nghe bài hát Hands In The Air

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

I always feel
watchin me, watchin me
Could it be the way I'm tight?
Niggas that use to feel me jockin me, jockin me
The, world 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 keep comin the vocals that make most know
Why the I boast, boast and brag
Why should I look sad I got some loot now?
In fact, I how
Watch when I back the out
Can niggas troop out
The same way they do when I show you
With a bit of boobs out
And her big ass out
Get the out
Some of you lose out
the sexiness ooze out
Like orgasms, I'm the best at
Throwin tantrums when I move makin shit
If you thinkin of becomin one of my
You gotta pay a
Cause I be stayin
I ain't quittin,
Wave a 4 45, spittin,

Throw yo hands in the air you dont care
fo niggas and bitches everywhere
Forever you playas flash 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 paper, baby

If y'all see me, see me
Im give y'all to look look at
Make a nigga neck turn for Brat
Burn burn these hoes 'cause I'm back and my pants sag
automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon, wagon
I ain't lackin on shit
Open ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes fit fit
I'm and particulate on who I let hit hit
And get up in the of the center of my tootsie roll
Roll me something to smoke and burn slow slow
Don't it a secret, tell all ya folks
See you when I shine, I 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
of the ones run
I can't control my trigger finger it pump pump
out the way when I come come
It's guaranteed to 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 niggas and bitches
you playas playas flash on em, get cash on em
And em say, say
Hands in the air, side to side
Forever im high,
we ride, ride
I'm never too
To get paper, baby

I keep my bad braids back when puttin the on the track
You can turn it down playa, we listen to that
The dont thump, the snare don't clap
That beat ain't tight nigga, that shit fat
Everytime I touch the mic, another record ya
I be breakin ya to the rhythm of rap
Test it loud for the low kickin', and fast
say, "I love that fuckin shit ya did wit Da Brat!"
Actin bad with the pad, the pen, with the paper
smoke a nigga under the table
Put the in the words and the hooks and the phrases
Instead of puttin out thats 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, 'cause I'm get MAD
I put em in the bag
Twist, tie, put em out Monday and
I em in they raggely ass
money from em everytime I bet against 'em
I know it fair
But I with alligators and I wrestle with bears
Throw ya in the air
As as you can, and leave them bitches there