Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands Up

Bitch, I got nothing but time, so I'ma get out on these cuts
and grind, keep my on cloud twenty-nine
my player ways keep me with dimes,
see I'ma like 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
Four five in the it don't stop,
day bout flousin tha drop top, (woop)
blue lights snap me back to
I hit the alley and toss what I got on me
ain't got shit to do but harass,
search tha and took about a three in cash,
I guess that's than gettin locked up,
or gettin jammed with that shit I had up, huh!

Now I heard the South is where yo folks from,
down in the bottoms they broke some,
whips a nigga back, way back,
and now they 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 from the first of the card!

If anybody out their me get ya hands up,
If anybody out feel me get ya hands 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 my niggas wanna stay the whole nite
Dice in the kitchen, nigga, T. Lee
Nigga drunk singin sounding tha Bee Gees
Ham sam'ich in the driveway, top
naked women in tha den playing, hop
bustas in my yard, they be, long gone
So hit me and I'ma keep my, 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 ten lines
MJG standing tall and I, fold
You can have all the bitches, cause I, don't
on to any woman like a hand cuff
You got ya hair down baby fuck it, up!

(Repeat chorus)

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

Boi]
How many flows can I compose, I drop this slang like bows,
out just like an OUTKAST, over thornt from StimmerGroves,
like nachos, the lyrics are crispy, crackin y'all bite,
had a coke and a smile, now I'm trippin off Yak & Sprite,
y'all 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 the darker tha dirty south is what I'm after,
no laughter, the content of the rhyme may be
The Space Age is pimpin this, players major,
they shot the psycho that sprayed, cut ya wife and her
The player the B.I.G, B.O.I, boy rhyme maker,
beats by the layers, of right 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 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 hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya up!

[Andre
You wouldn't understand, if you stood it (ooh),
it's like the more that I to you tha dumber that I get,
the closer that I walk to you, the that we stand,
apart distance, nobody has the hand but my bodies resistance,
so now, throw filangies in tha ground,
I'm still abound, un-believers stay from hell
I found negatives niggas only keep ya down,
transmitting from American burial grounds
I carry around, the of all worlds on my shoulderpads
um post ta space invaders 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 open window
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 anybody out hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya up!