Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands Up

Bitch, I ain't got nothing but time, so I'ma get out on these
and grind, keep my mind on cloud
my player ways keep me plenty dimes,
see I'ma shine like all six of my teeth,
when a nigga get through cooking up, O-Z,
all on the block til the sun rise,
my only is a glock with the 4-5
Four five in the it don't stop,
day bout flousin tha drop top, (woop)
blue lights me back to reality
I hit the quick and toss what I got on me
Tricks ain't got to do but harass,
search tha nigga and about a three in cash,
I guess that's better than locked up,
or gettin jammed with that I had rocked up, huh!

Now I heard that the is where yo folks from,
down in the bottoms where they some,
whips a nigga 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 the first of the month card!

If anybody out their hear me get ya 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 maid grits, with a, outfit,
so tight my wanna stay the whole nite
Dice in the kitchen, nigga, T. Lee
Nigga drunk singin like tha Bee Gees
Ham sam'ich in the driveway, top
naked in tha den playing, hop scotch
Thirty bustas in my yard, they be, gone
So hit me and keep my, phone 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 take a nigga ten lines
MJG tall and I, won't fold
You can have all the bitches, cause I, don't
on to any woman like a human hand
You got ya hair down baby fuck it, up!

(Repeat chorus)

If anybody out hear me get ya hands up,
If out their feel 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 this slang like bows,
stickin out just an OUTKAST, over thornt from StimmerGroves,
like nachos, the lyrics are crispy, crackin when bite,
been had a 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, 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 psycho that sprayed, cut ya and played her
The the B.I.G, B.O.I, dope boy rhyme maker,
beats by the layers, of music right to please you,
but if that dirty then patna see we don't need you,
you know I'm talkin
OutKast, Eightball, MJG on punk motherfuckers!

(Repeat chorus)

If anybody out 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 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 dumber I get,
the that I walk to you, the further that we stand,
apart distance, 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 negatives niggas they only keep ya down,
transmitting from American burial grounds
I around, the weight of all worlds on my shoulderpads
um post ta blast invaders up somebodys dad
as Aa-Bb-Cc, if knowledge 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 open fast
to the motherfucker, word to the motherfucker
to the motherfucker!

(Repeat chorus)

If anybody out 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 me get ya hands up!