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 twenty-nine
my player ways me with plenty dimes,
see I'ma like all six of my gold teeth,
when a nigga get through cooking up, O-Z,
all on the block til the sun rise,
my friend is a glock with the 4-5
Four in the mornin it don't stop,
day dreamin bout flousin tha top, (woop)
blue lights snap me back to
I hit the quick and toss what 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 than gettin up,
or gettin jammed with that I had rocked up, huh!

Now I that the South is where yo folks from,
in the bottoms where they broke some,
whips a nigga back, way back,
and now they why we act, how we act,
gold teeth and heavy chevys, and slow,
& loud ass Italian 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 out their feel me get ya hands up,
If out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya 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 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 keep my, on
I be out corners, dranking, one fifth
Got some scratches on my rims, of one dip
Met a yesterday, she hit me, ten times,
if I diss her it'll a nigga ten lines
MJG tall 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 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 out their feel me get ya hands up!

Boi]
How many flows can I compose, I drop slang like lyrical bows,
stickin out just like an OUTKAST, thornt from StimmerGroves,
like nachos, the are crispy, crackin when y'all bite,
been had a and a smile, now I'm trippin off Yak & Sprite,
y'all just might seem to skunk out, with a who chunked out,
below the Mason-Dixon line, niggas know what I'm talkin about,
Texas, Atlanta, oh man, Alabama, Savannah,
The the darker tha dirty south is what I'm after,
no laughter, the content of the may be contagious
The Age is pimpin this, players comin major,
they shot the that sprayed, cut ya wife and played her
The the B.I.G, B.O.I, dope boy rhyme maker,
beats by the layers, of right here to please you,
but if ain't dirty then patna see we don't need you,
you I'm talkin bout
OutKast, Eightball, MJG on y'all motherfuckers!

(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!

Benjamin]
You wouldn't understand, if you stood it (ooh),
it's the more that 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 upper but my bodies resistance,
so now, throw your in tha ground,
I'm still abound, un-believers stay from hell
I found negatives niggas they only ya down,
transmitting Native American burial grounds
I carry around, the weight of all worlds on my
um post ta blast space invaders up dad
Serious as Aa-Bb-Cc, if knowledge be the key
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, word to the
to the motherfucker!

(Repeat chorus)

If anybody out their hear me get ya 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!