Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands Up

Bitch, I ain't got but time, so I'ma get out on these cuts
and grind, keep my mind on twenty-nine
my player ways me with plenty dimes,
see I'ma shine all six of my gold teeth,
a nigga get through cooking up, this O-Z,
all night on the til the sun rise,
my only friend is a glock the 4-5
five in the mornin it don't stop,
day dreamin bout flousin tha top, (woop)
blue lights snap me back to
I hit the alley and toss what I got on me
Tricks ain't got to do but harass,
tha nigga and took about a three in cash,
I guess that's better gettin locked up,
or gettin jammed that shit I had rocked up, huh!

Now I that the South is where yo folks from,
down in the where they broke some,
whips cross a back, way back,
and now wonder why we act, how we act,
gold teeth and chevys, and talking slow,
& loud ass Italian clothes,
People in the front yard
Money the first of the month card!

If out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya up,
If anybody out their me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya 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, gone
So hit me and keep my, phone on
I be out turning corners, dranking, one
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 standing tall and I, won't
You can all the bitches, cause I, don't hold
on to any woman a human hand cuff
You got ya hair down fuck it, stand up!

(Repeat chorus)

If out their hear 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!

Boi]
How many flows can I compose, I drop this slang like bows,
stickin out like 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,
y'all just might seem to skunk out, with a girl who 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 of the rhyme may be contagious
The Space Age is pimpin this, players major,
they shot the psycho 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 here to please you,
but if ain't that dirty patna see we don't need you,
you I'm talkin bout
OutKast, Eightball, MJG on y'all motherfuckers!

(Repeat chorus)

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

[Andre
You understand, if you stood under it (ooh),
it's like the 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, stay from hell around
I found negatives niggas they keep ya down,
transmitting from Native burial grounds
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 roast yo ass, to finda open 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 their feel me get ya up,
If out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya up!