Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one better
And I'm on the microphone 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 like I was a curve, I a nerve
And now you bout to see this player serve
I heard it's not where you're from but where you pay
Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you
You got me bent like elbows, amongst things, but I'm not worried
when we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin' shine box, and sack of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be like Mr.
Daddy fat sacks, B-O-I
It's that same motherfucker that took knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to but you don't listen
Giving the out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison

Now throw your in the air
And wave 'em like you just care
And if you like fish and and all that pimp shit
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

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, my illustration be like clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, 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 raise gon' have that syndrome
Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the
I really feel that if we tune it, it just get picked on
Or will it a fuck about what others say and get gone
The alienators we different keep your hands to the sky
Like of Blackness 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, 10-4 can I get some reply?
Now say

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

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

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

Softly as if I piano in the dark
Found a way to channel my not to embark
The a stage and everybody's got to play their part
God works in mysterious ways so when he
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 weapon
That never runs out of so I'm ready for war okay

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

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