Luyện nghe bài hát Hands In The Air

Comin' from the top of my, dome 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 weed black glot

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

I'm like a legend or kinda prophecy
Sent here to set you free fresh player me
Into another deep inside yo' own soul
This shit here way bigger tattoos and cornrows

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

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

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

Ain't like even though they try to be
think they are but they ain't fuckin' with me lyrically, yo
I was born with it, didn't teach it to me
Ova' hot beat tell you 'bout the streets did to me, yo
Choose me to be a prophet and lead my
Murder, non-believers with lyrics are lethal

I hit 'em heavy wit it yo, I ready 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 stacks
But this 'bout no bread not 'bout what niggas said
Not 'bout what hoes believe If you in here me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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