Luyện nghe bài hát Hands In The Air

Comin' from the top of my, dome I'm droppin' my
Own type of and ain't nobody stoppin' my
Rise to the top, hit em' up wit all I got
Superstar, no I'm not green black glot

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

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

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

Keep your ears open this is all real no jokin'
yo' mothafuckin' hands up in the air
If you feel me yo' hands 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 wanna be
All in my grill you the paparazzi?
Boy, I was full a game way this rap thang
Real 'fo the money came that's why I never change me

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

I hit 'em wit it yo, I stay 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 grown stacks
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 no jokin'
Throw yo' hands up in the air
If you me throw yo' hands up in the air
Better keep ears open, this is all real, no boastin'
yo' hands up in the mothafuckin' air
If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air, the air

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

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

What I represent who live in poverty
Hard niggas that try to hustle honestly
Man, I represent who lookin' good and fellin'
on the drank and dro fresh clothes on the ice, yeah

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

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 goin' down
It's your boy, Milwakiee, stop