Luyện nghe bài hát Hands In The Air

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

I always feel
Somebody's watchin me, me
Could it be the way I'm tight?
Niggas that 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 the one from So-So
I go broke broke
I keep comin with the vocals that most know
Why the I boast, boast and brag
Why should I look sad that I got loot 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 little bit of out
And her big ass out
Get the out
of you bitches lose out
When the sexiness out
Like orgasms, I'm the best at
Throwin tantrums I move into makin shit
If you of becomin one of my favorites
You gotta pay a
Cause I be rich
I quittin, quittin
a 4 45, spittin, spittin

Throw yo in the air like you dont care
This fo niggas and everywhere
Forever you playas playas 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 somethin to look look at
Make a nigga neck turn for Brat
Burn burn these hoes 'cause I'm and my pants still sag
It's automatic, they jump on my wagon, wagon
I ain't lackin on shit
Open ya eyes when my body when I try on that fit fit
I'm and particulate on who I let hit hit
And get up in the of the center of my tootsie roll
Roll me something to smoke and burn slow slow
keep it a secret, tell 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 that a mistake for me
ready to blaze and to leave with you
Some of the run
I can't my trigger finger when it pump pump
out the way when I come come
It's guaranteed to bump the trunk, uh
And put a hump in ya
If niggas is askin who's thumpin, it's Brat

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

I keep my bad braids back puttin the dick on the track
You can turn it down playa, we listen to that
The bass dont thump, the don't clap
That beat ain't nigga, that shit ain't fat
Everytime I touch the mic, another record ya
I be breakin ya back to the of rap
it loud for the low kickin', slow and fast
Niggas say, "I love that shit ya did wit Da Brat!"
bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper
Still smoke a under the table
Put the lines in the words and the and the phrases
Instead of out sumthin thats blazin
Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya out ya mouth
And ya out ya ass
And keep ya out my buisness
And I it, goddammit, 'cause I'm fiddinta get MAD
I put em in the bag
Twist, tie, put em out Monday and
I kick em in they ass
Take money em everytime I bet against 'em
I it ain't fair
But I swim with alligators and I wrestle bears
ya hands in the air
As high as you can, and leave them bitches