Luyện nghe bài hát Hands In The Air

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

I always like
Somebody's me, watchin me
it be the way I'm still tight?
Niggas didn't use to feel me jockin me, jockin 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 with the vocals that make 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 niggas just out
The same way they do when I you Brat
With a bit of boobs out
And her big ass out
Get the out
Some of you bitches out
When the ooze out
orgasms, I'm the best at this
Throwin tantrums I move into makin shit
If you of becomin one of my favorites
You pay a bitch
I be stayin rich
I quittin, quittin
a 4 45, spittin, spittin

Throw yo hands in the air like you dont
fo niggas and bitches everywhere
Forever you playas playas 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 that paper,

If wanna see me, see me
Im give y'all to look look at
Make a nigga turn turn for Brat
Burn burn hoes 'cause I'm back and my pants still sag
It's automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon,
I ain't lackin on shit
Open ya eyes when my body when I try on that fit fit
I'm articulate and on who I let hit hit
And get up in the middle of the of my tootsie roll
Roll me something to smoke and burn slow slow
Don't keep it a secret, all ya folks
See you I shine, I glow, glow
the C-H-I-C-A-GO, 6-0-6-4-4
And I trust no, nigga make a mistake for me
ready to blaze and to leave with you
Some of the 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 you dont care
fo niggas and bitches everywhere
Forever you playas playas flash on em, get 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 that paper,

I keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on the
You can turn it down playa, we listen to that
The bass dont thump, the snare don't
That ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat
Everytime I touch the mic, record ya slap
I be breakin ya to the rhythm of rap
Test it for the low kickin', slow and fast
Niggas say, "I love fuckin shit ya did wit Da Brat!"
Actin bad with the pad, the pen, with the paper
Still a nigga under the table
Put the lines in the words and the hooks and the
Instead of puttin out thats blazin
Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya
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 and Wednesday
I em in they raggely ass
Take money 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 as you can, and leave them bitches there