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, keep my on cloud twenty-nine
my player ways keep me plenty dimes,
see I'ma like all six of my gold teeth,
when a nigga get cooking up, this O-Z,
all on the block til the sun rise,
my only is a glock with the 4-5
five in the mornin it don't stop,
day dreamin flousin tha drop top, (woop)
lights snap me back to reality
I hit the alley quick and what I got on me
Tricks ain't got to do but harass,
search tha nigga and took a three in cash,
I guess that's better gettin locked up,
or jammed with that shit I had rocked up, huh!

Now I heard that the is where yo folks from,
in the bottoms where they broke some,
whips a nigga back, way back,
and now they why we act, how we act,
gold teeth and chevys, and talking slow,
& loud ass Italian clothes,
People in the front yard
from the first of the month card!

If anybody out their hear me get ya up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya up,
If anybody out their hear me get ya up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya 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 drunk sounding like tha Bee Gees
Ham sam'ich in the driveway, top
naked women in tha den playing, hop
Thirty bustas in my yard, they be, long
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 diss her take a nigga ten lines
MJG standing and I, won't fold
You can all the bitches, cause I, don't hold
on to any woman like a 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 out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya up!

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

(Repeat chorus)

If out their 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 feel me get ya hands up!

Benjamin]
You wouldn't understand, if you stood it (ooh),
it's like the more I talk to you tha dumber that I get,
the closer I walk to you, the further that we stand,
apart distance, has the upper hand but my bodies resistance,
so now, throw your in tha ground,
I'm still abound, un-believers from hell around
I found niggas they only keep ya down,
transmitting from Native American grounds
I around, the weight of all worlds on my shoulderpads
um post ta space invaders up somebodys dad
Serious as Aa-Bb-Cc, if be the key then
but it roasted on the porch, and wait for ya momma to get off
So she can roast yo ass, either to finda window fast
Word to the motherfucker, word to the
to the motherfucker!

(Repeat chorus)

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 their me get ya hands up!