Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands Up

Bitch, I got nothing but time, so I'ma get out on these cuts
and grind, keep my mind on cloud
my ways keep me with plenty dimes,
see I'ma like all six of my gold teeth,
when a nigga get through up, this O-Z,
all on the block til the sun rise,
my only is a glock with the 4-5
Four in the mornin it don't stop,
day dreamin flousin tha drop top, (woop)
blue snap me back to reality
I hit the alley and toss what I got on me
ain't got shit to do but harass,
search tha nigga and about a three in cash,
I that's better than gettin locked up,
or gettin with that shit I had rocked up, huh!

Now I heard that the South is yo folks from,
in the bottoms where 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,
bar-be-quein in the front yard
Money from the first of the card!

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

I got a maid cooking grits, a, outfit,
so my niggas wanna stay the whole nite
Dice in the kitchen, nigga, T. Lee
Nigga singin sounding like tha Bee Gees
Ham sam'ich in the driveway, top
naked in tha den playing, hop scotch
Thirty bustas in my yard, be, long gone
So hit me and I'ma my, phone on
I be out corners, dranking, one fifth
Got some on my rims, cause 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 all the bitches, cause I, don't hold
on to any woman a human hand cuff
You got ya hair baby 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 hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out feel me get ya hands up!

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

(Repeat chorus)

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

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

(Repeat chorus)

If anybody out 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!