Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands (In The Air)

Kanye and we M O B B, yo, yeah
It's like calm before the storm, you know
C'mon drop that, yeah,
Just throw your in the air, yeah yo

I'm there for you, here with you, it's clear crystal
I air before you only get stronger the things, you been
I don't kill you that's it'll do
Run with a few multiple-scribed, say we belong in a fuckin' zoo
We done crashed all sorts of clubs forcin' the
Often above cowards and them so called thugs
When we come through is there, 'coz we demand it
Know the Mobb is in the building, we landed

Keep your eyes on the man with the hammers, they can't us
Try to us the faggots snitchin' and got the cameras
Cock the cannons but just keep dancin'
'Coz it be a chance that it won't pop off
If it do stay close to the wall, we it on
You about to witness fellas who gifted in
My homie Lyndon Erik Da Bob you off
This cat finnin' to get it so kiss ya cross

So if you goin' through it but you won't let it you down
throw up your hands, c'mon ma
We party to the crack of dawn let's get it on
With the girls and me and my

There's only few I die for
Infamous my family, money, sonny I hit the sky for
We take time off, we take rhymes off
Come with somethin' better that, to blow your mind more
Gettin our shine on, I this due for a storm, hurricane Mobb
Rain on parade and you can thank God
Or you can thank P, for not squeezin'
Really it wasnt called for, and you want it

To call for it, don't my gun, it go off
of your head oops, niggaz be dead
Then we in the Coupes real heavy on the gas
Out like the concord
I you how to get murdered
And the never catch on
I show you how to do songs, after than show
You how to do contracts and get yours

So if you goin' through it but you won't let it you down
Just throw up your hands, ma
We gon' party to the of dawn let's get it on
the girls and me and my mans

So if you goin' through it but you won't let it you down
Just throw up hands, c'mon ma
We gon' to the crack of dawn let's get it on
With the girls and me and my

We ain't yet c'mon baby bring it back c'mon
You that thing in the stash box
Ready to pop bast in the you stunt
You know we gon' ass
Inevitable, can't control slugs
from a place, that shape and mold them thugs
Flood the block with nothin' but that gangsta
Y'all on that, now take ya miss, bitch

It's plain to see, that you could snake me
I never let the grass grow my Nikes
Summertime in our wife beats, boiled brick outside
With shirts underneath tees
I stalely a mack on me, and let people
Try and contest Deep, uh, yeah, yeah, c'mon

So if you goin' it but you won't let it hold you down
Just throw up your hands, ma
We party to the crack of dawn let's get it on
With the and me and my mans

M O B Baby
Just up your hands
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it out my nigga