Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands Up

Bitch, I ain't got but time, so I'ma get out on these cuts
and grind, my mind on cloud twenty-nine
my ways keep me with plenty dimes,
see I'ma like all six of my gold teeth,
when a nigga get through cooking up, O-Z,
all night on the til the sun rise,
my only friend is a glock the 4-5
Four five in the mornin it stop,
day bout flousin tha drop top, (woop)
blue lights snap me to reality
I hit the alley quick and what I got on me
Tricks got shit to do but harass,
search tha nigga and about a three in cash,
I guess better than gettin locked up,
or gettin jammed with that shit I had up, huh!

Now I heard the South is where yo folks from,
down in the bottoms they broke some,
whips cross a back, way back,
and now wonder why we act, how we act,
gold teeth and heavy chevys, and slow,
afros & loud ass clothes,
People bar-be-quein in the yard
Money from the first of the card!

If out their hear me get ya hands up,
If out their feel me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their hear me get ya up,
If anybody out their me get ya hands up!

I got a maid grits, with a, outfit,
so tight my niggas stay the whole nite
Dice in the kitchen, nigga, T. Lee
Nigga drunk singin like tha Bee Gees
Ham in the driveway, drop top
naked in tha den playing, hop scotch
Thirty in my yard, they be, long gone
So hit me and I'ma my, phone on
I be out corners, dranking, one fifth
Got some scratches on my rims, of one dip
Met a yesterday, she hit me, ten times,
if I her it'll take a nigga ten lines
MJG standing tall and I, fold
You can have all the bitches, cause I, hold
on to any woman like a human cuff
You got ya hair down fuck it, stand up!

(Repeat chorus)

If anybody out hear me get ya hands up,
If out their feel me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their me get ya hands up!

[Big
How many flows can I compose, I drop this slang like bows,
stickin out like an OUTKAST, over thornt from StimmerGroves,
like nachos, the lyrics are crispy, when y'all bite,
been had a and a smile, now I'm trippin off Yak & Sprite,
y'all might seem to skunk out, with a girl who chunked out,
below the Mason-Dixon line, real niggas what I'm talkin about,
Texas, Atlanta, oh man, Alabama, Savannah,
The deeper the darker tha dirty south is I'm after,
no laughter, the content of the may be contagious
The Space Age is pimpin this, comin major,
shot the psycho that sprayed, cut ya wife and played her
The player the B.I.G, B.O.I, dope boy maker,
beats by the layers, of right here to please you,
but if ain't dirty then patna see we don't need you,
you know I'm talkin
OutKast, Eightball, MJG on y'all motherfuckers!

(Repeat chorus)

If anybody out their hear me get ya up,
If anybody out feel me get ya hands up,
If out their hear me get ya hands up,
If out their feel me get ya hands up!

[Andre
You wouldn't understand, if you under it (ooh),
it's like the that I talk to you tha dumber that I get,
the closer that I walk to you, the further we stand,
apart distance, nobody has the upper hand but my resistance,
so now, your filangies in tha ground,
I'm still abound, un-believers stay from around
I found negatives niggas they only ya down,
from Native American burial grounds
I carry around, the of all worlds on my shoulderpads
um post ta blast space up somebodys dad
Serious as Aa-Bb-Cc, if be the key then
but it roasted on the porch, and wait for ya to get off work
So she can roast yo ass, to finda open window fast
to the motherfucker, word to the motherfucker
to the motherfucker!

(Repeat chorus)

If anybody out hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya up,
If anybody out their me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their me get ya hands up!