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 always feel
Somebody's watchin me, me
Could it be the way I'm tight?
Niggas that didn't use to feel me me, jockin me
The, world got too much money for me
To not get no dough, dough, no hoe
Rock harder the one from So-So
I go broke broke
I comin with the vocals that make most know
Why the fuck I boast, and brag
Why I look sad that I got some loot now?
In fact, I how
Watch when I the Coupe out
Can just troop out
The way they do when I show you Brat
With a 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 I move into makin shit
If you thinkin of becomin one of my
You pay a bitch
Cause I be rich
I quittin, quittin
a 4 45, spittin, 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
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 these hoes 'cause I'm back and my pants still sag
It's automatic, wanna jump on my wagon, wagon
I ain't lackin on shit
Open ya eyes my body when I try on clothes that fit fit
I'm and particulate on who I let hit hit
And get up in the middle of the of my tootsie roll
Roll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow
keep it a secret, tell all ya folks
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
Guns ready to blaze and to 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 to bump bump the trunk, uh
And put a in ya back
If is askin who's 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 back when puttin the dick on the
You can turn it down playa, we don't listen to
The bass dont thump, the snare don't
That beat ain't tight nigga, that shit fat
Everytime I the mic, another record ya slap
I be ya back to the rhythm of rap
it loud 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
Still smoke a nigga the table
Put the lines in the words and the and the phrases
Instead of puttin out thats blazin
Get ya out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth
And ya out ya ass
And keep ya nose out my
And I mean it, goddammit, I'm fiddinta 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 know it ain't
But I swim with alligators and I wrestle bears
ya hands in the air
As high as you can, and leave them bitches