Luyện nghe bài hát Hands In The Air

Comin' from the top of my, dome when I'm my
Own type of style and ain't stoppin' my
Rise to the top, hit em' up wit all I got
Superstar, no I'm not green black glot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 what niggas said
Not 'bout what hoes If you in here with me

your ears wide open this is all real no jokin'
Throw yo' hands up in the air
If you me throw yo' hands up in the air
Better your 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

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

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

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

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

Keep your wide open this is all real no jokin'
Throw yo' hands 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' hands up in the air
If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air, the 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 where I can see 'em

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