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 me with plenty dimes,
see I'ma shine like all six of my teeth,
when a nigga get cooking up, this O-Z,
all night on the til the sun rise,
my only friend is a with the 4-5
Four five in the mornin it stop,
day bout flousin tha drop top, (woop)
blue lights snap me back to
I hit the alley quick and toss I got on me
Tricks got shit to do but harass,
search tha and took about a three in cash,
I guess that's better gettin locked up,
or gettin jammed that shit I had rocked up, huh!

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

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

I got a cooking grits, with a, outfit,
so tight my niggas wanna the whole nite
Dice in the kitchen, nigga, T. Lee
drunk singin 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, gone
So hit me and I'ma 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 take a nigga ten lines
MJG standing tall and I, 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 their hear me get ya 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!

Boi]
How many flows can I compose, I drop slang like lyrical bows,
stickin out like an OUTKAST, over thornt from StimmerGroves,
like nachos, the lyrics are crispy, crackin when bite,
been had a coke and a smile, now I'm off Yak & Sprite,
y'all might seem to skunk out, with a girl who chunked out,
below the Mason-Dixon line, 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 this, players 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 here to please you,
but if ain't that dirty then see we don't 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 me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their me get ya hands up,
If anybody out feel me get ya hands up!

[Andre
You wouldn't understand, if you stood it (ooh),
it's like the more that I talk to you tha dumber I get,
the closer that I to you, the further that we stand,
apart distance, nobody has the upper hand but my resistance,
so now, throw filangies in tha ground,
I'm still abound, un-believers stay hell around
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 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 to get off work
So she can roast yo ass, either to finda window fast
Word to the motherfucker, to the motherfucker
to the motherfucker!

(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 me get ya hands up!