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, my mind on cloud twenty-nine
my player ways keep me with 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 with the 4-5
five in the mornin it don't stop,
day dreamin flousin tha drop top, (woop)
blue snap me back to reality
I hit the quick and toss what 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 than 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 they broke some,
whips cross a back, way back,
and now they why we act, how we act,
gold and heavy chevys, and talking slow,
& loud ass Italian clothes,
People bar-be-quein in the front
Money from the first of the card!

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 feel me get ya hands up!

I got a maid grits, with a, outfit,
so tight my niggas wanna the whole nite
game in the kitchen, nigga, T. Lee
Nigga drunk singin sounding tha Bee Gees
Ham in the driveway, drop top
naked women in tha den playing, hop
Thirty bustas in my yard, they be, long
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 and I, won't fold
You can have all the bitches, I, don't hold
on to any woman like a human hand
You got ya hair down baby it, stand up!

(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 their me get ya hands up!

[Big
How many flows can I compose, I drop this slang lyrical bows,
stickin out just an OUTKAST, over thornt 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 seem to skunk out, with a girl who chunked out,
below the line, real niggas know what I'm talkin about,
Texas, Atlanta, oh man, Alabama, Savannah,
The deeper the darker tha dirty is what I'm after,
no laughter, the content of the rhyme may be
The Age is pimpin this, players comin major,
they shot the psycho sprayed, cut ya wife and played her
The player the B.I.G, B.O.I, dope boy maker,
beats by the layers, of music here to please you,
but if ain't that dirty then 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 me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their me get ya hands up,
If out their feel me get ya hands up!

[Andre
You wouldn't understand, if you under it (ooh),
it's like the more I talk to you tha dumber that I get,
the closer I walk to you, the further that we stand,
apart distance, nobody has the upper but my bodies resistance,
so now, throw your in tha ground,
I'm still abound, un-believers stay from hell
I found negatives niggas they only ya down,
transmitting from Native American grounds
I carry around, the weight of all on my shoulderpads
um post ta blast space up somebodys dad
as Aa-Bb-Cc, if knowledge be the key then
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
to the motherfucker, word to the motherfucker
to the motherfucker!

(Repeat chorus)

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