Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one
And when I'm on the microphone you best to your sweater
Cause I'm cooler than a bear's toenails
Oh hell, he go again talking that shit
Bend, corner's I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see 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 like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not
Cause 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
Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G
that same motherfucker that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to but you don't listen
the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison

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

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
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Now, my illustration be like clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, ain't nothin
Let me know when it's wet enough to
If not I'll wait, the future of the world depends on
If or if not the child we raise gon' have nigga syndrome
Or will it know to be the regardless of the skintone
I really feel that if we tune it, it just get picked on
Or will it give a fuck what others say and get gone
The alienators cause we keep your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of when I practice what a preach ain't no lie
I'll be the baker and the of the piece of my pie
Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some
Now say

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
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

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

I sit while my nigga 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)
I'm home but I'm not married
Carried a lot of problems being frustrated
And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I just it
you made the B team
And like the wife you making the coffee
You heard the
So back the up off me

as if I played piano in the dark
Found a way to channel my not to embark
The world's a and everybody's got to play their part
God in mysterious ways 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 clear as day
Put my glock away I got a weapon
never runs out of ammunition 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 and grits and all that pimp shit
Then everybody let me hear you say

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