Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands Up

Bitch, I ain't got nothing but time, so get out on these cuts
and grind, keep my mind on cloud
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 on the block til the sun rise,
my only friend is a with the 4-5
Four five in the mornin it stop,
day dreamin flousin tha drop top, (woop)
blue snap me back to reality
I hit the alley quick and toss I got on me
ain't got shit to do but harass,
search tha nigga and took a three in cash,
I guess that's better gettin locked up,
or jammed with 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,
gold teeth and chevys, and talking slow,
afros & loud ass clothes,
People bar-be-quein in the yard
Money from the first of the card!

If out their hear 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 their feel me get ya up!

I got a cooking grits, with a, outfit,
so tight my niggas stay the whole nite
game in the kitchen, nigga, T. Lee
Nigga drunk singin sounding tha Bee Gees
Ham in the driveway, drop top
women in tha den playing, hop scotch
Thirty bustas in my yard, be, long 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 take a nigga ten
MJG tall and I, won't fold
You can all the bitches, cause I, don't hold
on to any woman like a 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 feel me get ya up,
If out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their me get ya hands up!

Boi]
How flows can I compose, I drop this slang like lyrical bows,
stickin out just an OUTKAST, over thornt from StimmerGroves,
nachos, the lyrics are crispy, crackin when y'all bite,
been had a and a smile, now I'm trippin off Yak & Sprite,
just 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 of the rhyme may be contagious
The Space Age is pimpin this, comin major,
they shot the psycho that sprayed, cut ya wife and her
The the B.I.G, B.O.I, dope boy rhyme maker,
beats by the layers, of music right here to you,
but if ain't that dirty then patna see we don't you,
you I'm talkin bout
OutKast, Eightball, MJG on punk motherfuckers!

(Repeat chorus)

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

Benjamin]
You understand, if you stood under it (ooh),
like the more that I talk to you tha dumber that I get,
the closer that I walk to you, the further we stand,
distance, nobody has the upper hand but my bodies resistance,
so now, your filangies in tha ground,
I'm still abound, un-believers from hell around
I found niggas they only keep ya down,
transmitting from Native American burial
I carry around, the weight of all on my shoulderpads
um post ta blast space 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 yo ass, either 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 me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their hear me get ya up,
If anybody out their me get ya hands up!