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 shine like all six of my gold teeth,
when a nigga get through up, this O-Z,
all night on the til the sun rise,
my only friend is a with the 4-5
Four in the mornin it don't stop,
day dreamin bout flousin tha top, (woop)
blue snap me back to reality
I hit the alley quick and what I got on me
Tricks ain't got 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 shit I had up, huh!

Now I heard that the is where yo folks from,
down in the where they broke some,
whips a nigga back, way back,
and now they why we act, how we act,
teeth and heavy chevys, and talking slow,
afros & loud ass clothes,
bar-be-quein in the front yard
Money the first of the month 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 in tha den playing, hop scotch
Thirty in my yard, they be, long gone
So hit me and I'ma keep my, on
I be out turning corners, dranking, one
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 nigga ten
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 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 out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya up!

[Big
How many can I compose, I drop this slang like lyrical bows,
stickin out just like an OUTKAST, over from StimmerGroves,
like nachos, the are crispy, crackin when y'all bite,
had a coke 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 Mason-Dixon line, real niggas 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 may be contagious
The Space Age is pimpin this, players major,
shot the psycho that 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 that dirty then patna see we don't you,
you know I'm bout
OutKast, Eightball, MJG on y'all motherfuckers!

(Repeat chorus)

If anybody out their me get ya hands up,
If out their feel 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 under it (ooh),
like 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 hand but my bodies resistance,
so now, your filangies in tha ground,
I'm still abound, stay from hell around
I found niggas they only keep ya down,
from Native American burial grounds
I around, the weight of all worlds on my shoulderpads
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 for ya momma 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 out their hear 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 feel me get ya up!