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, keep my mind on cloud
my player keep me with plenty dimes,
see I'ma shine like all six of my teeth,
when a nigga get through cooking up, O-Z,
all on the block til the sun rise,
my only is a glock with the 4-5
five in the mornin it don't stop,
day bout flousin tha drop top, (woop)
lights snap me back to reality
I hit the alley quick and what I got on me
Tricks ain't got to do but harass,
tha nigga and took about a three in cash,
I guess that's better than locked up,
or gettin jammed with that I had rocked up, huh!

Now I heard that the South is where yo from,
down in the bottoms where they some,
whips cross a back, way back,
and now wonder why we act, how we act,
teeth and heavy chevys, and talking slow,
afros & ass Italian clothes,
People bar-be-quein in the front
Money from the first of the card!

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

I got a maid cooking grits, a, outfit,
so tight my niggas stay the whole nite
game in the kitchen, nigga, T. Lee
Nigga drunk singin sounding tha Bee Gees
Ham sam'ich in the driveway, top
naked in tha den playing, hop scotch
Thirty bustas in my yard, they be, long
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 nigga ten
MJG standing and I, won't fold
You can have all the bitches, cause I, don't
on to any woman like a human cuff
You got ya hair baby fuck it, stand up!

(Repeat chorus)

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

Boi]
How many flows can I compose, I drop this slang like bows,
stickin out just an OUTKAST, over thornt from StimmerGroves,
like nachos, the lyrics are crispy, when y'all bite,
been had a coke and a smile, now I'm off Yak & Sprite,
y'all just might seem to skunk out, with a girl who out,
below the line, real 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 may be contagious
The Space Age is pimpin this, comin major,
they shot the psycho that sprayed, cut ya and played her
The player the B.I.G, B.O.I, boy rhyme maker,
beats by the layers, of music right to please you,
but if that dirty then patna see we don't need you,
you know I'm talkin
OutKast, Eightball, MJG on y'all motherfuckers!

(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 out their feel me get ya hands up!

Benjamin]
You wouldn't understand, if you under 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, has the upper hand but my bodies resistance,
so now, your filangies in tha ground,
I'm abound, un-believers stay from hell around
I found negatives niggas they only ya down,
transmitting from Native American grounds
I carry around, the weight of all on my shoulderpads
um ta blast space invaders 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 yo ass, either to finda open window fast
Word to the motherfucker, to the motherfucker
to the motherfucker!

(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 out their feel me get ya hands up!