Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, no one better
And when I'm on the microphone you best to your sweater
Cause I'm cooler a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go again talking that
Bend, like I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you to see this Southern player serve
I heard it's not you're from but where you pay rent
Then I heard it's not you make but how much you spent
You got me bent like elbows, amongst things, but I'm not worried
Cause when we 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 motherfucker that took them to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to but you don't listen
Giving the shout out to my Donnel locked up in prison

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

Now, my oral illustration be like clitoral
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 gon' have that nigga syndrome
Or will it know to be the hard of the skintone
I really feel that if we tune it, it might get picked on
Or will it give a about what others say and get gone
The alienators cause we keep your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I what a preach ain't no lie
I'll be the baker and the maker of the of my pie
Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some
Now say

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

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

Softly as if I played in the dark
Found a way to my anger not to embark
The world's a stage and everybody's got to their part
God works in mysterious ways so when he
The job of speaking us we be so sincere with this here
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the clear as day
Put my glock away I got a weapon
That runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay

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

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