Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, no one better
And I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater
I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, he go again talking that shit
Bend, like I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see this Southern player
I heard not where you're from but where you pay rent
Then I heard it's not what you make but how you spent
You got me like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not worried
Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm
So go get fuckin' shine box, and your sack of nickles
It to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I
It's same motherfucker that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't
Giving the shout out to my Uncle locked up in prison

Now throw hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't
And if you like and grits and all that pimp shit
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Now your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't
And if you like fish and grits and all that shit
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Now, my illustration be like clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, ain't better
Let me when it's wet enough to enter
If not I'll wait, because the future of the world on
If or if not the child we raise have that nigga syndrome
Or will it know to be the hard of the skintone
I really feel that if we tune it, it might get picked on
Or will it give a fuck about what others say and get
The alienators cause we different keep your to the sky
Like Sounds of when I practice what a preach ain't no lie
I'll be the baker and the maker of the of my pie
Now breaker, breaker can I get some reply?
Now say

Now your hands in the air
And wave 'em you just don't care
And if you like and grits and all that pimp shit
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Now throw hands in the air
And wave 'em you just don't care
And if you like fish and and all that pimp shit
Then everybody let me hear you say

Everyday I sit while my be in school
Thinking about the second album at the Dungeon pool
Like E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the in the zone (zone)
Honey I'm but I'm not married
Carried a lot of problems being frustrated
And now I'm at the end of the month I just made it
Like you the B team
And like the wife you making the coffee
You the A-T-L-iens
So back the up off me

Softly as if I played piano in the
a way to channel my anger not to embark
The world's a stage and everybody's got to their part
God works in mysterious ways so he starts
The job of speaking through us we be so with this here
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the clear as day
Put my glock away I got a stronger
That never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war

Now your hands in the air
And wave 'em you just don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all that shit
Then everybody let me you say O-Yea-yer

Now throw hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't
And if you like fish and grits and all that shit
Then everybody let me you say O-Yea-yer