Luyện nghe bài hát Hands In The Air

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

I always like
Somebody's watchin me, me
it be the way I'm still tight?
Niggas that didn't use to feel me me, jockin me
The, whole world got too much for me
To not get no dough, dough, no hoe
Rock harder the one from So-So
I never go broke
I keep comin with the vocals that most know
Why the fuck I boast, boast and
Why should I look sad that I got loot now?
In fact, I how
Watch I back the Coupe out
Can niggas troop out
The same way they do when I show you
a little bit of boobs out
And her big ass out
Get the out
Some of you lose out
When the ooze out
Like orgasms, I'm the best at
Throwin tantrums when I move into shit
If you thinkin of becomin one of my
You pay a bitch
Cause I be stayin
I quittin, quittin
a 4 45, spittin, spittin

Throw yo hands in the air you dont care
This fo and bitches everywhere
Forever you playas playas on em, get cash on em
And em say, say
Hands in the air, side to side
im high, high
Together we ride,
I'm never too
To get paper, baby

If y'all see me, see me
Im y'all somethin to look look at
Make a nigga neck turn for Brat
Burn burn these hoes 'cause I'm back and my pants sag
It's automatic, wanna jump on my wagon, wagon
I ain't lackin lackin on
Open ya eyes when my 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 of my tootsie roll
me something to smoke smoke and burn slow slow
Don't keep it a secret, tell all ya
See you I shine, I glow, glow
From the C-H-I-C-A-GO,
And I trust no, that make a mistake for me
ready to blaze and to leave with you
Some of the run
I can't control my trigger when 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 is askin who's thumpin, it's Brat Brat

Throw yo hands in the air like you dont
This fo 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 never too
To get that paper,

I keep my bad braids when puttin the dick on the track
You can it down playa, we don't listen to that
The bass dont thump, the snare clap
That beat tight nigga, that shit ain't fat
Everytime I touch the mic, another record ya
I be breakin ya back to the of rap
Test it loud for the low kickin', 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 in the words 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 nose out my
And I it, goddammit, 'cause 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 with alligators and I wrestle with bears
ya hands in the air
As high as you can, and leave them there