Luyện nghe bài hát Hands In The Air

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

I feel like
Somebody's me, watchin me
Could it be the way I'm tight?
Niggas didn't 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 keep comin with the vocals that make most
Why the fuck I boast, boast and
Why I look sad that I got some loot now?
In fact, I how
Watch when I the Coupe out
Can niggas just out
The way they do when I show you Brat
With a little bit of 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 one of my favorites
You pay a bitch
Cause I be stayin
I quittin, quittin
Wave a 4 45, spittin,

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

If y'all see me, see me
Im give y'all to look 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 jump on my wagon,
I lackin lackin on shit
Open ya eyes 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 smoke and burn slow
Don't keep it a secret, tell all ya
See you when I shine, I 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 with you
Some of the run
I can't my trigger finger when it pump 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 thumpin, it's Brat Brat

yo hands 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, side to side
Forever im high,
Together we ride,
I'm too tired
To get paper, baby

I keep my bad braids when puttin the dick on the track
You can turn it down playa, we listen to that
The bass dont thump, the snare don't
That beat ain't tight nigga, that ain't fat
Everytime I touch the mic, another ya slap
I be breakin ya to the rhythm of rap
Test it for the low kickin', slow and fast
Niggas say, "I that fuckin shit ya did wit Da Brat!"
Actin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the
smoke a nigga under the table
Put the lines in the words and the hooks and the
Instead of puttin out sumthin thats
Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya
And ya out ya ass
And keep ya nose out my
And I mean it, goddammit, 'cause I'm get MAD
I put em in the bag
Twist, tie, put em out Monday and
I kick em in raggely ass
Take money from em everytime I bet 'em
I it ain't fair
But I swim with alligators and I wrestle with
ya hands in the air
As high as you can, and them bitches there