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 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 bout flousin tha drop top, (woop)
blue lights me back to reality
I hit the alley and toss 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 than gettin 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 they broke some,
whips cross a back, way back,
and now they why we act, how we act,
gold teeth and chevys, and talking slow,
afros & ass Italian clothes,
People in the front yard
Money from the of the month card!

If anybody out their hear me get ya 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!

I got a maid cooking grits, a, outfit,
so tight my niggas wanna stay the nite
game in the kitchen, nigga, T. Lee
Nigga drunk singin sounding tha Bee Gees
Ham in the driveway, drop top
naked women in tha den playing, hop
Thirty in my yard, they be, long gone
So hit me and keep my, phone on
I be out corners, dranking, one fifth
Got some 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 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 out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their me get ya hands up!

Boi]
How many can I compose, I drop this slang like lyrical bows,
stickin out just an OUTKAST, over thornt from StimmerGroves,
like nachos, the are crispy, crackin when y'all bite,
been had a coke and a smile, now I'm 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 south is I'm after,
no laughter, the content of the rhyme may be
The Space Age is pimpin this, comin major,
they shot the psycho sprayed, cut ya wife and played her
The player the B.I.G, B.O.I, boy rhyme maker,
beats by the layers, of music right to please you,
but if ain't dirty then patna see we don't need you,
you know I'm talkin
OutKast, Eightball, MJG on y'all 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 feel me get ya hands up!

Benjamin]
You wouldn't understand, if you under it (ooh),
it's the more that 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 filangies in tha ground,
I'm still abound, un-believers stay from hell
I found negatives they only keep ya down,
transmitting from American burial grounds
I carry around, the weight of all worlds on my
um post ta blast invaders up somebodys dad
as Aa-Bb-Cc, if knowledge be the key then
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 out their 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!