Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands Up

Bitch, I ain't got nothing but time, so I'ma get out on these
and grind, keep my on cloud twenty-nine
my ways keep me with plenty dimes,
see I'ma shine all six of my gold teeth,
when a nigga get cooking up, this O-Z,
all night on the til the sun rise,
my only friend is a with the 4-5
five in the mornin it don't stop,
day dreamin bout tha drop top, (woop)
blue snap me back to reality
I hit the alley quick and toss I got on me
Tricks got shit to do but harass,
search tha nigga and took a three in cash,
I guess that's than gettin locked up,
or gettin jammed with that shit I had up, huh!

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

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

I got a maid cooking grits, a, outfit,
so tight my wanna stay the whole nite
game in the kitchen, nigga, T. Lee
Nigga drunk singin like tha Bee Gees
Ham sam'ich in the driveway, top
naked in tha den playing, hop scotch
Thirty bustas in my yard, they be, gone
So hit me and I'ma keep my, on
I be out turning corners, dranking, one
Got scratches on my rims, cause of one dip
Met a yesterday, she hit me, ten times,
if I diss her it'll a nigga ten lines
MJG standing tall and I, won't
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 anybody out their feel me get ya up,
If anybody out hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya up!

[Big
How many flows can I compose, I drop this slang like bows,
stickin out just like an OUTKAST, thornt from StimmerGroves,
nachos, the lyrics are crispy, crackin when y'all bite,
been had a and a smile, now I'm trippin off Yak & Sprite,
y'all just 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 tha dirty south is what I'm after,
no laughter, the of the rhyme may be contagious
The Age is pimpin this, players comin major,
they shot the psycho sprayed, cut ya wife and played her
The the B.I.G, B.O.I, dope boy rhyme maker,
beats by the layers, of music here to please you,
but if ain't that dirty then patna see we need you,
you know I'm bout
OutKast, Eightball, MJG on punk motherfuckers!

(Repeat chorus)

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

Benjamin]
You wouldn't understand, if you under it (ooh),
it's like the more that I talk to you tha 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, throw filangies in tha ground,
I'm abound, un-believers stay from hell around
I found negatives niggas only keep ya down,
transmitting from Native American grounds
I carry around, the weight of all worlds on my
um post ta blast space invaders up 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, either to finda open window
to the motherfucker, word to the motherfucker
to the motherfucker!

(Repeat chorus)

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