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 cloud
my player ways keep me with dimes,
see I'ma shine all six of my gold teeth,
when a nigga get through up, this O-Z,
all on the block til the sun rise,
my friend is a glock with the 4-5
Four five in the mornin it stop,
day dreamin bout tha drop top, (woop)
blue snap me back to reality
I hit the alley and toss what I got on me
Tricks got shit to do but harass,
search tha nigga and took a three in cash,
I guess better than gettin locked up,
or gettin jammed with shit I had rocked up, huh!

Now I heard the South is where yo folks from,
down in the bottoms where broke some,
whips a nigga back, way back,
and now they why we act, how we act,
gold teeth and chevys, and talking slow,
afros & ass Italian clothes,
People bar-be-quein in the yard
Money from the 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 feel me get ya hands up!

I got a maid cooking grits, a, outfit,
so tight my niggas wanna stay the whole
game in the kitchen, nigga, T. Lee
Nigga singin sounding like tha Bee Gees
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 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 ten lines
MJG tall and I, won't fold
You can have all the bitches, cause I, hold
on to any woman a human hand cuff
You got ya hair baby fuck it, stand up!

(Repeat chorus)

If anybody out their hear me get ya up,
If out their feel me get ya hands up,
If anybody out hear 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, over thornt StimmerGroves,
like nachos, the lyrics are crispy, crackin when 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,
the Mason-Dixon line, real niggas know what I'm talkin about,
Texas, Atlanta, oh man, Alabama, Savannah,
The deeper the darker tha south is what I'm after,
no laughter, the content of the may be contagious
The Space Age is pimpin this, players major,
they shot the psycho sprayed, cut ya wife and played her
The the B.I.G, B.O.I, dope boy rhyme maker,
beats by the layers, of music here to please you,
but if ain't that 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 me get ya hands 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!

[Andre
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 to you, the further that we stand,
distance, nobody has the upper hand but my bodies resistance,
so now, throw filangies in tha ground,
I'm still abound, stay from hell around
I found negatives niggas only keep ya down,
transmitting from Native American burial
I carry around, the weight of all on my shoulderpads
um post ta blast invaders up somebodys dad
Serious as Aa-Bb-Cc, if be the key then
but it roasted on the porch, and wait for ya momma to get off
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 their me get ya hands up,
If anybody out feel me get ya hands up,
If out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out feel me get ya hands up!