Luyện nghe bài hát E.T.

B.o.B.]
Like I don't belong, I feel like I don't
Like I belong, like a extra-terrestrial
Extra-Terrestrial, Extra-Terrestrial,

1: B.o.B.]
Yeah, basically I'm an alien to
I guess, I'm in different languages than y'all
I guess, all you is my aliases all
I step into the Hall of Fame and put my in the wall
I'm like a Michael Angelo that hangs in the wall
They gated me off, by Hendrix while play the guitar
Never had friends but me and was dawgs
Somewhere between insane and
Guess my brain's a off
I'm in the b-b-basement d-d-dangerous typa thoughts
I pays for hours, hit the fuckin' vapourisin'
Kill everything I see and leave a mountain of chalk
I took the hand I was dealt and made a house out of cards
You compare me to anyone, swag on every offical one
Blowin' purple crop cirles, pack is loud as a
Anti-gravity moon
Went from who are you to chillin' the who's who
of more than story-tales in science fiction
Sleepin' with a fat burner I'm tryna watch my figure
Wanna cut me out the picture 'cause I'm [??]
I-I-I stop shittin' on niggas, but I never been a quitter
Yeah, so the B.o.B. hate fence
I would say "Fuck ya" but I in safe sex
off, young Jedi on the red eye
Rap god, I should my own pray line (eyy man, ray bands)

B.o.B.]
Like I don't belong, I feel like I don't
Like I belong, like a extra-terrestrial
Extra-Terrestrial, Extra-Terrestrial,

2: Lil Wayne]
Oh my god, it's the
Stuntin' in them [??]
It must be the shoes, the in the sky won't start 'em
Far the norm', bitch I'm Norman Bates aqua
But nothing's far fetched when a barkin'
But they could get checked if I don't my goon's [??]
I phone home, I phone homies
And catch you at your home with homies, spoil a moment

Extra clips, extra bitch, homie I fear shit like excision, neck a twist
high on extra shit with extra kick to kick my ass
And after I put all bullshit to the side, I my hands from a different world's Dwayne Wayne
Unexplained things goin' in my brain
Unidentified object Wayne's plane
'Cause I be on that Merry, I don't fuck with plain
Drugs in the backpack, no for E.T
Eyes on my kneecaps, don't look up knee
All I do is fallback, smoke kush and keep
Swallow 'em with some water, cut and bleed weed
Help, trouble human, let alone a human being
trouble shootin' a breeze not a M-16 (Buk)
I feel without no understandin' , that will be my own
And they understand me, I know, I know, long hair