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 like all six of my teeth,
when a nigga get through up, this O-Z,
all night on the til the sun rise,
my only friend is a glock the 4-5
Four five in the it don't stop,
day dreamin bout tha drop top, (woop)
blue snap me back to reality
I hit the alley quick and what I got on me
Tricks ain't got to do but harass,
search tha nigga and took about a in cash,
I guess that's better than locked up,
or gettin jammed with that shit I had up, huh!

Now I heard that the South is 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 & ass Italian clothes,
bar-be-quein in the front yard
Money the first of the month card!

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 anybody out their me get ya hands up!

I got a cooking grits, with a, outfit,
so tight my niggas wanna the whole nite
Dice 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 in my yard, they be, long gone
So hit me and I'ma my, phone 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 take a nigga ten lines
MJG standing tall and I, won't
You can have all the bitches, cause I, hold
on to any like a human hand cuff
You got ya hair down baby fuck it, up!

(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 feel me get ya hands up!

Boi]
How many flows can I compose, I drop slang like lyrical bows,
out just like an OUTKAST, over thornt from StimmerGroves,
like nachos, the lyrics are crispy, crackin 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 who chunked out,
below the Mason-Dixon line, real niggas 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 of the rhyme may be contagious
The Space Age is pimpin this, players major,
shot the psycho that 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 know I'm talkin
OutKast, Eightball, MJG on y'all motherfuckers!

(Repeat chorus)

If anybody out their me get ya hands up,
If anybody out feel 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 under it (ooh),
it's like the more that I to you tha dumber that I get,
the that I walk to you, the further that we stand,
apart distance, nobody has the upper hand but my resistance,
so now, throw your in tha ground,
I'm still abound, un-believers from hell around
I found negatives niggas only keep ya down,
from Native American burial 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 wait for ya to get off work
So she can roast yo ass, either to open window fast
Word to the motherfucker, word to the
to the motherfucker!

(Repeat chorus)

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