Luyện nghe bài hát Hands In The Air

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

I always feel
Somebody's watchin me, me
Could it be the way I'm tight?
that didn't use to feel me jockin me, jockin me
The, world got too much money for me
To not get no dough, dough, no hoe
Rock harder than the one So-So
I go broke broke
I keep with the vocals that make most know
Why the fuck I boast, boast and
Why should I look sad that I got loot now?
In fact, I how
when I back the Coupe out
Can just troop out
The way they do when I show you Brat
a little bit of boobs out
And her big ass out
Get the out
of you bitches lose out
When the ooze out
orgasms, I'm the best at this
Throwin tantrums I move into makin shit
If you thinkin of one of my favorites
You gotta pay a
Cause I be rich
I quittin, quittin
Wave a 4 45, spittin,

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

If y'all see me, see me
Im give y'all to look look at
Make a nigga turn turn for Brat
Burn burn these hoes I'm back and my pants still sag
It's automatic, they 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 center of my tootsie
Roll me something to smoke and burn slow slow
Don't keep it a secret, tell all ya
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 leave you
of the ones run
I can't control my trigger when it pump pump
Stay out the way when I 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

yo hands in the air like you dont care
This fo niggas and everywhere
Forever you playas flash on em, get cash on em
And em say, say
Hands in the air, from side to
im high, 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 don't listen to
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 that fuckin shit ya did wit Da Brat!"
bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper
Still a nigga under the table
Put the lines in the 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 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 kick em in raggely ass
Take from em everytime I bet against 'em
I know it ain't
But I swim with alligators and I with bears
ya hands in the air
As as you can, and leave them bitches there