Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands Up

Bitch, I got nothing 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 shine like all six of my teeth,
a nigga get through cooking up, this O-Z,
all night on the til the sun rise,
my friend is a glock with the 4-5
Four five in the mornin it stop,
day dreamin bout flousin tha top, (woop)
blue lights snap me to reality
I hit the quick and toss what I got on me
ain't got shit to do but harass,
search tha nigga and took about a in cash,
I that's better than gettin locked up,
or gettin jammed that shit I had rocked up, huh!

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

If anybody out their me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their me get ya hands up,
If anybody out hear me get ya hands up,
If out their feel me get ya hands 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 singin sounding like tha Bee
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 turning corners, dranking, one
Got some scratches on my rims, of one dip
Met a yesterday, she hit me, ten times,
if I her it'll take a nigga ten lines
MJG tall and I, won't fold
You can all the bitches, cause I, don't hold
on to any like a human hand cuff
You got ya hair down baby fuck it, up!

(Repeat chorus)

If out their hear 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 me get ya hands up!

[Big
How many flows can I compose, I drop slang like lyrical bows,
out just like 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 skunk out, with a girl who out,
below the Mason-Dixon line, real niggas know what I'm 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 Age is pimpin this, players comin 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 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 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 hear me get ya up,
If out their feel me get ya hands up!

Benjamin]
You wouldn't understand, if you under it (ooh),
it's like the more that I talk to you tha that I get,
the closer that I walk to you, the further 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 hell
I found niggas they only keep ya down,
transmitting from Native American burial
I carry around, the of all worlds on my shoulderpads
um ta blast space invaders up somebodys dad
Serious as Aa-Bb-Cc, if knowledge be the key
but it on the porch, and wait for ya momma to get off work
So she can roast yo ass, to finda open window 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 their feel me get ya up,
If anybody out their me get ya hands up,
If out their feel me get ya hands up!