Luyện nghe bài hát Hands In The Air

Niggas watchin me (funky!)
But I em to keep on watchin me
I'ma give em sumthin to see (smokin!)

I always like
Somebody's me, watchin me
it be the way I'm still tight?
Niggas didn't use to feel me jockin me, jockin me
The, world got too much money for me
To not get no dough, dough, no hoe
Rock harder than the one from
I never go broke
I keep comin with the vocals make most know
Why the I boast, boast and brag
Why should I look sad that I got some now?
In fact, I how
Watch I back the Coupe out
Can niggas just out
The same way they do when I you Brat
a little bit of boobs out
And her big ass out
Get the out
Some of you lose out
When the ooze out
Like orgasms, I'm the best at
Throwin when I move into makin shit
If you thinkin of becomin one of my
You gotta pay a
I be stayin rich
I quittin, quittin
a 4 45, spittin, spittin

Throw yo in the air like you dont care
This fo niggas and bitches
Forever you playas flash on em, get cash on em
And em say, say
in the air, from side to side
Forever im high,
Together we ride,
I'm never too
To get that paper,

If y'all see me, see me
Im give y'all to look look at
Make a neck turn turn for Brat
Burn burn hoes 'cause I'm back and my pants still sag
It's automatic, they jump on my wagon, wagon
I ain't lackin on shit
Open ya eyes when my body I try on clothes that fit fit
I'm articulate and on who I let hit hit
And get up in the middle of the of my tootsie roll
Roll me to smoke smoke and burn slow slow
keep it a secret, tell all ya folks
See you I shine, I glow, glow
From the C-H-I-C-A-GO,
And I trust no, that make a mistake for me
Guns ready to blaze and to leave you
of the ones run
I can't control my trigger when it pump pump
out the way when I come come
It's to bump bump the trunk, uh
And put a in ya back
If niggas is askin who's thumpin, it's Brat

yo hands in the air like you dont care
This fo niggas and everywhere
Forever you playas playas flash on em, get on em
And em say, say
Hands in the air, side to side
Forever im high,
Together we ride,
I'm too tired
To get that paper,

I keep my bad braids when puttin the dick on the track
You can turn it down playa, we listen to that
The bass dont thump, the snare clap
That ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat
Everytime I touch the mic, another ya slap
I be breakin ya back to the of rap
Test it loud for the low kickin', slow and
Niggas say, "I love that fuckin ya did wit Da Brat!"
bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper
Still a nigga under the table
Put the lines in the words and the hooks and the
Instead of puttin out sumthin thats
Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya
And ya out ya ass
And keep ya out my buisness
And I mean it, goddammit, I'm fiddinta get MAD
I put em in the bag
Twist, tie, put em out and Wednesday
I em in they raggely ass
money from em everytime I bet against 'em
I know it ain't
But I swim alligators and I wrestle with bears
ya hands in the air
As as you can, and leave them bitches there