Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands Up

Bitch, I ain't got nothing but time, so I'ma get out on cuts
and grind, my mind on cloud twenty-nine
my player ways keep me plenty dimes,
see shine like all six of my gold teeth,
when a nigga get through up, this O-Z,
all on the block til the sun rise,
my only is a glock with the 4-5
Four in the mornin it don't stop,
day dreamin 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 nigga and took a three in cash,
I guess that's better than 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 bottoms where they some,
cross a nigga back, way back,
and now they why we act, how we act,
gold teeth and chevys, and talking slow,
afros & ass Italian clothes,
People bar-be-quein in the front
from the first of the month card!

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

I got a cooking grits, with a, outfit,
so tight my niggas wanna stay the whole
Dice in the kitchen, nigga, T. Lee
Nigga drunk sounding like tha Bee Gees
Ham sam'ich in the driveway, top
naked women in tha den playing, hop
Thirty in my yard, they be, long gone
So hit me and I'ma keep my, on
I be out corners, dranking, one fifth
Got scratches on my rims, cause of one dip
Met a yesterday, she hit me, ten times,
if I diss her it'll take a ten lines
MJG tall and I, won't fold
You can have all the bitches, I, don't hold
on to any woman a human hand cuff
You got ya hair down baby fuck it, 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 out their feel me get ya hands up!

[Big
How many flows can I compose, I drop slang like lyrical bows,
stickin out just like an OUTKAST, over thornt StimmerGroves,
like nachos, the lyrics are crispy, 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 Mason-Dixon line, real niggas know 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,
shot the psycho that sprayed, cut ya wife and played her
The the B.I.G, B.O.I, dope boy rhyme maker,
by the layers, of music right here to please you,
but if ain't that then patna 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 hear me get ya up,
If anybody out their me get ya hands up!

Benjamin]
You wouldn't understand, if you under it (ooh),
like the more 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, throw your in tha ground,
I'm still abound, stay from hell around
I found negatives niggas they only ya down,
transmitting from Native American burial
I carry around, the 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 on the porch, and wait for ya momma to get off work
So she can roast yo ass, either to finda window fast
Word to the motherfucker, to the motherfucker
to the motherfucker!

(Repeat chorus)

If anybody out their 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!