Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands Up

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

Now I heard that the South is where yo from,
down in the bottoms where they 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,
People bar-be-quein in the yard
from the first of the month card!

If out their 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 out their feel me get ya hands up!

I got a cooking 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 in the driveway, drop top
women in tha den playing, hop scotch
Thirty bustas in my yard, they be, long
So hit me and keep 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 take a ten lines
MJG standing tall and I, fold
You can have all the bitches, cause I, don't
on to any woman like a human hand
You got ya down baby fuck it, stand up!

(Repeat chorus)

If anybody out hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their me get ya hands 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 just like an OUTKAST, thornt from StimmerGroves,
like nachos, the lyrics are crispy, crackin when bite,
been had a and a smile, now I'm trippin off Yak & Sprite,
y'all just might seem to out, with a girl 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 dirty is what I'm after,
no laughter, the of the rhyme may be contagious
The Space Age is pimpin this, players major,
they shot the psycho sprayed, cut ya wife 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 that dirty then patna see we don't need you,
you know I'm talkin
OutKast, Eightball, MJG on punk motherfuckers!

(Repeat chorus)

If anybody out their me get ya hands up,
If anybody out feel me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their hear me get ya up,
If anybody out their 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 to you, the further that we stand,
apart distance, nobody has the hand but my bodies resistance,
so now, throw filangies in tha ground,
I'm abound, un-believers stay from hell around
I found negatives they only keep ya down,
transmitting from Native burial grounds
I carry around, the 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 wait for ya momma to get off
So she can roast yo ass, either to open 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 hear me get ya up,
If out their feel me get ya hands up!