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

Now I that the South is where yo folks from,
down in the bottoms they broke some,
whips a nigga back, way back,
and now wonder why we act, how we act,
gold and heavy chevys, and talking slow,
& loud ass Italian clothes,
People bar-be-quein in the yard
Money from the 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 hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya up!

I got a maid cooking grits, a, outfit,
so my niggas wanna stay the whole nite
game in the kitchen, nigga, T. Lee
Nigga drunk singin like tha Bee Gees
Ham sam'ich in the driveway, top
naked women in tha den playing, hop
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 on my rims, cause of one dip
Met a yesterday, she hit me, ten times,
if I diss her it'll take a nigga ten
MJG tall and I, won't fold
You can all the bitches, cause I, don't hold
on to any woman like a human hand
You got ya hair down baby it, stand up!

(Repeat chorus)

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

Boi]
How many flows can I compose, I drop slang like lyrical bows,
stickin out like an OUTKAST, over thornt from StimmerGroves,
like nachos, the are crispy, crackin when y'all bite,
been had a and a smile, now I'm trippin off Yak & Sprite,
y'all just might to skunk out, with a girl who chunked out,
below the Mason-Dixon line, real niggas know what I'm about,
Texas, Atlanta, oh man, Alabama, Savannah,
The deeper the tha dirty south is what I'm after,
no laughter, the content of the rhyme may be
The Space Age is this, players comin major,
they shot the psycho that sprayed, cut ya wife and her
The player the B.I.G, B.O.I, boy rhyme maker,
by the layers, of music right here to please you,
but if that dirty then patna see we don't need you,
you know I'm bout
OutKast, Eightball, MJG on punk motherfuckers!

(Repeat chorus)

If anybody out their me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their me get ya hands up,
If anybody out hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their 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 that I walk to you, the further that we stand,
apart distance, nobody has the hand but my bodies resistance,
so now, throw filangies in tha ground,
I'm abound, un-believers stay from hell around
I negatives niggas they only keep ya down,
transmitting from Native American grounds
I carry around, the weight of all on my shoulderpads
um post ta blast space invaders up dad
as Aa-Bb-Cc, if knowledge be the key then
but it roasted on the porch, and wait for ya momma to get off
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 their me get ya hands up,
If out their feel me get ya hands up!