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, my mind on cloud twenty-nine
my ways keep me with plenty dimes,
see I'ma shine like all six of my teeth,
when a nigga get through cooking up, O-Z,
all on the block til the sun rise,
my only friend is a with the 4-5
Four five in the mornin it stop,
day bout flousin tha drop top, (woop)
lights snap me back to reality
I hit the quick and toss what I got on me
Tricks got shit to do but harass,
search tha nigga and about a three in cash,
I guess that's better than gettin up,
or gettin jammed with that I had rocked up, huh!

Now I heard that the South is yo folks from,
down in the 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,
& loud ass Italian clothes,
People bar-be-quein in the front
Money from the of the month card!

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 feel me get ya hands up!

I got a maid grits, with 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 in the driveway, drop top
women in tha den playing, hop scotch
Thirty in my yard, they be, long 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 take a ten lines
MJG standing and I, won't fold
You can have all the bitches, cause I, hold
on to any woman like a hand cuff
You got ya hair down fuck it, stand up!

(Repeat chorus)

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

Boi]
How many flows can I compose, I this slang like lyrical bows,
stickin out just 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 just might 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 south is I'm after,
no laughter, the of the rhyme may be contagious
The Space Age is pimpin this, comin major,
they shot the psycho that sprayed, cut ya 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 that dirty then see we don't need you,
you know I'm talkin
OutKast, Eightball, MJG on punk motherfuckers!

(Repeat chorus)

If out their 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!

[Andre
You wouldn't understand, if you under it (ooh),
it's like the more 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 hand but my resistance,
so now, your filangies in tha ground,
I'm still abound, un-believers stay from around
I found negatives niggas only keep ya down,
transmitting from Native American burial
I around, the weight of all worlds on my shoulderpads
um post ta blast invaders up somebodys dad
Serious as Aa-Bb-Cc, if knowledge be the key
but it roasted on the porch, and for ya momma to get off work
So she can roast yo ass, either to finda open 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 feel me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their me get ya hands up,
If anybody out feel me get ya hands up!