Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - letter, ain't no one better
And I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater
Cause I'm cooler than a bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go 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 from but where you pay
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 step up in the party, like I'm
So go get your fuckin' shine box, and your of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be like Mr.
Daddy fat sacks, B-O-I
It's that motherfucker 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 Uncle Donnel locked up in

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

Now throw your 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 illustration be like clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, nothin better
Let me know when it's wet to enter
If not I'll wait, because the of the world depends on
If or if not the child we raise gon' have nigga syndrome
Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the
I feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on
Or will it a fuck about what others say and get gone
The alienators we different keep 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 hands in the air
And 'em like you just don't care
And if you like and grits 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 care
And if you like and grits and all that pimp shit
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Everyday I sit while my nigga be in
Thinking about the second at the Dungeon shooting pool
Like E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the beat in the (zone)
Honey I'm but I'm not married
Carried a lot of problems being frustrated
And now I'm at the end of the month I just made it
you made the B team
And like the daddy's wife you making the
You heard the
So back the up off me

Softly as if I piano in the dark
Found a way to my anger not to embark
The world's a stage and everybody's got to play their
God in mysterious ways so when he starts
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 away I got a stronger weapon
never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay

Now throw your in the air
And wave 'em like you just 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 'em like 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