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 cooler than a polar bear's
Oh hell, there he go again talking that
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I a nerve
And now you bout to see this Southern serve
I it's not where you're from but where you pay rent
Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you
You got me bent like elbows, other things, but I'm not worried
Cause we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin' box, and your sack of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be like Mr.
fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I
It's that same motherfucker that took them knuckles to eye
And I try, to you not to test but you don't listen
Giving the shout out to my Uncle locked up in prison

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

Now, my oral be like clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, ain't nothin
Let me know when it's wet enough to
If not wait, because the future of the world depends on
If or if not the child we raise gon' that nigga syndrome
Or will it to be the hard regardless of the skintone
I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get on
Or will it give a fuck about what others say and get
The alienators cause we different your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness 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 your in the air
And wave 'em like you just care
And if you fish and grits and all that pimp shit
Then everybody let me hear you say

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

Everyday I sit my nigga be in school
Thinking about the second album at the Dungeon shooting
E-S to the P-N, cause 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 I just made it
Like you the B team
And like the daddy's wife you the coffee
You the A-T-L-iens
So the hell up off me

Softly as if I played piano in the
Found a way to channel my not to embark
The a stage 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
That never runs out of so I'm ready for war okay

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