Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one better
And when I'm on the you best to wear your sweater
Cause I'm than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go talking that shit
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I a nerve
And now you to see this Southern player serve
I heard it's not where from but where you pay rent
Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you
You got me bent elbows, amongst other 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 your of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be Mr. Pickles
fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I
It's that same motherfucker that them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you listen
Giving the shout out to my Donnel locked up in prison

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

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

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

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

Everyday I sit while my be in school
Thinking about the album at the Dungeon shooting 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
a lot of problems around being frustrated
And now I'm at the end of the month I just made it
Like you made the B
And like the daddy's wife you making the
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 world's a stage and got to play their part
God works in mysterious so when he starts
The job of speaking through us we be so sincere with this
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal as day
Put my glock I got a stronger weapon
That never runs out of so I'm ready for war okay

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

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