Luyện nghe bài hát Hands In The Air

Comin' the top of my, dome when I'm droppin' my
Own type of style and ain't stoppin' my
to the very top, hit em' up wit all I got
Superstar, no I'm not green weed black

Everybody wanna piece dirty like a pair of
run they mouth a lot like bitches and parakeets, wow
How you it pimpin'? Wow I'm so cold with it', wow
Make boys wanna do it just because I did it

I'm like a legend or some kinda
Sent to set you free fresh player follow me
Into another world inside yo' own soul
This here way bigger than tattoos and cornrows

This not makin' dow, Not 'bout no fakin' yo
Not who rich or po', Not 'bout who niggas know
This 'bout you an' me, This here 'bout poetry
This 'bout who we be if you in here wit me

Keep ears wide open this is all real no jokin'
yo' mothafuckin' hands up in the air
If you feel me throw yo' up in the air
Better keep your open, this is all real, no boastin'
yo' hands up in the mothafuckin' air
If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air, the air

Nigga, you don't know me, why you niggas be
All in my like you the paparazzi?
Boy, I was full a way before this rap thang
Real 'fo the money that's why I will never change me

Ain't nobody like even they try to be
Niggas think are but they ain't fuckin' with me lyrically, yo
I was born with it, didn't teach it to me
Ova' hot beat tell you 'bout what the did to me, yo
Choose me to be a prophet and my people
Murder, non-believers with lyrics are lethal

I hit 'em heavy wit it yo, I ready wit it
Come, try to test me wit it regret you did it
Call, who I got my own bat
You got the paper I got them grown stacks
But this 'bout no bread not 'bout what niggas said
Not 'bout what believe If you in here with me

Keep your ears wide this is all real no jokin'
yo' mothafuckin' hands up in the air
If you feel me throw yo' up in the air
Better keep your open, this is all real, no boastin'
Throw yo' hands up in the air
If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air, the air

Yeah, I got couple of Benz to let you know the deal
Eight ways to beats come from Dew Real, yeah
We them should not nobody be fuckin' with
Clab ryders, choppy city have you bitches done real

ain't 'bout who rap the best, this ain't 'bout who got the most
This is not no gangsta rap, this ain't no pimps and hoes
here ain't no country shit, ain't no way to label this
Memphis, where I come orange mouth veteran

What I represent who ever in poverty
Hard workin' niggas that try to honestly
Man, I who lookin' good and fellin' nice
Niggas on the drank and dro fresh clothes on the ice,

We gon' keep this comin', comin' the dirtiest
If you from the gotta then I you heard of this
This ain't 'bout where you from, ain't 'bout where you be
here 'bout feelin' free If you in here with me

Keep your ears wide open is all real no jokin'
Throw yo' hands up in the air
If you feel me throw yo' up in the air
Better keep your open, this is all real, no boastin'
Throw yo' hands up in the air
If you feel me yo' hands up in the air, the mothafuckin' air

Go on an' put 'em up
Put hands where I can see 'em
Put your where I can see 'em
Go on an' put 'em up
Put your where I can see 'em
Put your where I can see 'em

Yeah, A wayz, Dew Realla, Co Lou
Slab 2, it's goin' down
your boy, Milwakiee, stop playin'