Luyện nghe bài hát Hands In The Air

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

I feel like
Somebody's me, watchin me
Could it be the way I'm still
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 go broke broke
I keep comin with the vocals that most know
Why the fuck I boast, boast and
Why should I look sad I got some loot now?
In fact, I how
when I back the Coupe out
Can just troop out
The same way they do when I you Brat
a little bit of boobs out
And her big ass out
Get the out
Some of you bitches out
the sexiness ooze out
Like orgasms, I'm the best at
Throwin tantrums when I move into makin
If you thinkin of one of my favorites
You pay a bitch
Cause I be rich
I ain't quittin,
a 4 45, spittin, 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
in the air, from side to side
Forever im high,
we ride, ride
I'm too tired
To get paper, baby

If y'all see me, see me
Im give y'all somethin to look at
Make a nigga neck turn for Brat
Burn burn these hoes 'cause I'm back and my pants sag
It's automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon,
I ain't lackin on shit
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 of the center of my tootsie roll
Roll me something to smoke smoke and burn 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 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, Brat Brat

Throw yo hands in the air like you 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,
we ride, ride
I'm too tired
To get that paper,

I keep my bad braids back when puttin the on the track
You can turn it down playa, we don't to that
The dont thump, the snare don't clap
That beat ain't tight nigga, that ain't fat
I touch the mic, another record ya slap
I be breakin ya back to the of rap
Test it for the low kickin', slow and fast
Niggas say, "I love fuckin shit ya did wit Da Brat!"
Actin bad the pad, with the pen, with the paper
smoke a nigga under the table
Put the lines in the and the hooks and the phrases
Instead of puttin out sumthin thats
Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya out ya mouth
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 and Wednesday
I kick em in raggely ass
money from em everytime I bet against 'em
I it ain't fair
But I swim with and I wrestle with bears
ya hands in the air
As high as you can, and leave them there