Luyện nghe bài hát Hands In The Air

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ain't nobody like 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 'bout the streets did to me, yo
me to be a prophet and lead my people
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 I got them grown stacks
But ain't 'bout no bread not 'bout what niggas said
Not what hoes believe 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 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 feel me throw yo' up in the air, the mothafuckin' air

Yeah, I got couple of Benz just to let you know the
Eight ways to company come from Dew Real, yeah
We them niggas should not be fuckin' with
Clab ryders, choppy city you bitches done real quick

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

What I represent who live in poverty
Hard workin' niggas 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' keep this comin', comin' with the
If you from the gotta then I know you of this
This ain't 'bout where you from, this 'bout where you be
here 'bout feelin' free If you in here with me

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

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

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