Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - letter, ain't no one better
And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your
Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's
Oh hell, there he go again that shit
Bend, like 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 much you
You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not
when we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get fuckin' shine box, and your sack of nickles
It to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, B-O-I
It's that same that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to you not to test but you don't listen
Giving the shout out to my Donnel locked up in prison

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

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

Now, my oral illustration be like clitoral
To the female gender, nothin better
Let me know it's wet enough to enter
If not I'll wait, because the future of the depends on
If or if not the child we gon' have that nigga syndrome
Or will it to be the hard 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 we different keep 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 can I get some reply?
Now say

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

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

Everyday I sit while my be in school
Thinking about the second at the Dungeon shooting pool
Like E-S to the P-N, we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone)
Honey I'm home but I'm not
a lot of problems around being frustrated
And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I just it
Like you made the B
And like the daddy's you making the coffee
You the A-T-L-iens
So back the up off me

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

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 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 you say O-Yea-yer