Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands Up

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

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

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

I got a maid grits, with a, outfit,
so tight my niggas wanna stay the whole
Dice in the kitchen, nigga, T. Lee
Nigga drunk sounding like tha Bee Gees
Ham sam'ich in the driveway, top
women 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 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 and I, won't fold
You can have all the bitches, cause I, don't
on to any like a human 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 feel me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their hear me get ya up,
If out their feel me get ya hands up!

Boi]
How many flows can I compose, I drop this slang like bows,
stickin out just like an OUTKAST, over from StimmerGroves,
like nachos, the lyrics are crispy, crackin when bite,
had a coke and a smile, now I'm trippin off Yak & Sprite,
y'all just might seem to skunk out, a girl who chunked out,
below the Mason-Dixon line, real niggas know 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 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 music right to please you,
but if ain't that dirty then patna see we don't you,
you I'm talkin bout
OutKast, Eightball, MJG on punk motherfuckers!

(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!

Benjamin]
You understand, if you stood under it (ooh),
it's like the more that I to you tha dumber that I get,
the closer that I to you, the further that we stand,
distance, nobody has the upper hand but my bodies resistance,
so now, throw your in tha ground,
I'm still abound, stay from hell around
I found negatives niggas they keep ya down,
from Native American burial grounds
I carry around, the of all worlds on my shoulderpads
um ta blast space invaders up somebodys dad
as Aa-Bb-Cc, if knowledge be the key then
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
to the motherfucker, word to the motherfucker
to the motherfucker!

(Repeat chorus)

If anybody out their 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 their feel me get ya up!