Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one better
And when I'm on the microphone you best to your sweater
I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go again that shit
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I struck a
And now you bout to see this Southern player
I heard it's not where you're but where you pay rent
Then I heard it's not what you make but how you spent
You got me bent like elbows, other things, but I'm not worried
Cause when we step up in the party, I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin' box, and your sack of nickles
It to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G
that same motherfucker that took them knuckles 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 your in the air
And wave 'em like you don't care
And if you fish and grits and all that pimp shit
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Now throw hands 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 you say O-Yea-yer

Now, my oral be like clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, ain't better
Let me know when it's wet to enter
If not I'll wait, because the future of the depends on
If or if not the child we raise have 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 a fuck about what others say and get gone
The alienators we different keep your hands to the sky
Like of Blackness when 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 don't
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp
Then everybody let me you say O-Yea-yer

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

Everyday I sit while my be in school
about the second album 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 around being
And now I'm at the end of the month I just made it
Like you the B team
And like the wife 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 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 or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day
Put my glock away I got a stronger
That never out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay

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

Now your hands in the air
And wave 'em 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