Luyện nghe bài hát Hands In The Air

Comin' the top of my, dome when I'm droppin' my
Own type of style and ain't nobody my
to the very top, hit em' up wit all I got
Superstar, no I'm not green weed black

Everybody wanna piece dirty like a of cleats
Niggas run they mouth a lot bitches and parakeets, wow
How you want it pimpin'? Wow I'm so with it', wow
Make boys wanna do it just because I did it

I'm like a or some kinda prophecy
here to set you free fresh player follow me
Into world deep inside yo' own soul
shit here way bigger than tattoos and cornrows

This not makin' dow, Not 'bout no fakin' yo
Not 'bout who rich or po', Not 'bout who know
here 'bout you an' me, This here 'bout poetry
This here 'bout who we be if you in wit me

Keep your wide open this is all real no jokin'
yo' mothafuckin' hands up in the air
If you feel me throw yo' up in the air
Better keep your ears open, is all real, no boastin'
yo' hands up in the mothafuckin' air
If you me throw yo' hands up in the air, the mothafuckin' air

Nigga, you don't know me, why you niggas be
All in my like you the paparazzi?
Boy, I was full a game way before rap thang
Real 'fo the money came that's why I will never me

Ain't like even though they try to be
Niggas think they are but ain't fuckin' with me lyrically, yo
I was with it, didn't nobody teach it to me
Ova' hot beat tell you what the streets did to me, yo
Choose me to be a prophet and lead my
Murder, with lyrics that are lethal

I hit 'em heavy wit it yo, I stay wit it
Come, try to test me wit it you ever did it
Call, who I got my own bat
You got the baby paper I got them grown
But this ain't 'bout no bread not 'bout what said
Not 'bout what hoes If you in here with me

Keep your ears wide open this is all real no
Throw yo' hands up in the air
If you feel me yo' hands up in the air
Better keep ears open, this is all real, no boastin'
Throw yo' up in the mothafuckin' air
If you feel me yo' hands up in the air, the mothafuckin' air

Yeah, I got couple of just to let you know the deal
Eight ways to company come from Dew Real, yeah
We them niggas should not nobody be fuckin'
Clab ryders, choppy city have you bitches done real

This ain't who rap the best, this ain't 'bout who got the most
This is not no gangsta rap, this 'bout no pimps and hoes
This ain't no country shit, ain't no way to label this
Memphis, where I come from mouth veteran

What I who ever live in poverty
Hard workin' niggas try to hustle honestly
Man, I represent who lookin' and fellin' nice
Niggas on the drank and dro clothes on the ice, yeah

We gon' keep this comin', comin' with the
If you from the gotta I know you heard of this
This 'bout where you from, this ain't 'bout where you be
This here feelin' free If you in here with me

Keep your ears open this is all real no jokin'
Throw yo' mothafuckin' up in the air
If you feel me throw yo' up in the air
keep your ears open, this is all real, no boastin'
Throw yo' up in the mothafuckin' air
If you feel me yo' hands up in the air, the mothafuckin' air

Go on an' put 'em up
Put hands where I can see 'em
Put your where I can see 'em
Go on an' put 'em up
Put your where I can see 'em
Put your hands I can see 'em

Yeah, A wayz, Dew Realla, Co Lou
Slab 2, goin' down baby
It's boy, Milwakiee, stop playin'