Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - letter, ain't no one better
And when I'm on the you best to wear your sweater
Cause I'm cooler than a bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go again talking shit
Bend, corner's I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you to see this Southern player serve
I heard it's not where you're but where you pay rent
Then I heard it's not what you make but how you spent
You got me bent elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not worried
Cause when we up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin' shine box, and your 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 you just don't care
And if you like and grits and all that pimp shit
Then everybody let me hear you say

Now your 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, my oral be like clitoral stimulation
To the gender, ain't nothin better
Let me know when it's wet enough to
If not I'll wait, because the of the world depends on
If or if not the child we gon' have that nigga syndrome
Or will it know to be the regardless of the skintone
I feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on
Or will it give a fuck what others say and get gone
The alienators cause we different your hands to the sky
Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach ain't no lie
I'll be the and the maker of the piece of my pie
Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get 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 your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Everyday I sit while my be in school
about the second album at the Dungeon shooting pool
Like E-S to the P-N, cause we to the beat in the zone (zone)
Honey I'm home but I'm not
Carried a lot of problems around being
And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I just it
Like you the B team
And the daddy's wife you making the coffee
You heard the
So the hell up off me

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

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