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

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

I'm for you, here with you, it's clear it's crystal
I air before you only get the things, you been through
I kill you that's what it'll do
Run with a few multiple-scribed, say we belong in a fuckin' zoo
We done all sorts of clubs forcin' the love
Often above cowards and them so called thugs
When we through respect is there, 'coz we demand it
the Mobb is in the building, we officially 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 close to the wall, we gettin' it on
You about to witness who gifted in brawl
My homie Lyndon Erik Da Bob you off
This southern cat to get it so kiss ya cross

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

There's only few I die for
Infamous my family, this money, I hit the sky for
We don't take time off, we rhymes off
Come with somethin' better than that, to blow mind more
Gettin our on, I think this due for a storm, hurricane Mobb
Rain on your parade and you can 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
Inside of your head oops, niggaz be
Then we drooped in the Coupes real on the gas
Out there the concord
I you how to get murdered
And the cops catch on
I show you how to do songs, after than show
You how to do them 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 crack of let's get it on
With the girls and me and my

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

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

plain to see, that you could never snake me
I never let the grass grow past my
Summertime in our wife beats, boiled this outside
thermo shirts underneath tees
I stalely keep a on me, and let people
Try and contest Mobb Deep, uh, yeah, yeah,

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

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