Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, 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 talking 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 from but you pay rent
Then I it's not what you make but how much you spent
You got me bent like elbows, amongst things, but I'm not worried
when we step up in the party, like 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
fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I
It's same motherfucker that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to but you don't listen
Giving the out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison

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

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

Now, my oral illustration be clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, ain't nothin
Let me when 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 raise gon' have that 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 fuck about what say and get gone
The alienators cause we keep your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach no lie
I'll be the and the maker of the piece of my pie
Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get reply?
Now say

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

I sit while my nigga be in school
Thinking about the second album at the Dungeon shooting
Like E-S to the P-N, cause we to the beat in the zone (zone)
I'm home but I'm not married
Carried a lot of 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 making the
You heard the
So back the up off me

as if I played piano in the dark
Found a way to channel my not to embark
The world's a stage and everybody's got to play their
God works in mysterious 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 signal as day
Put my glock away I got a weapon
That never runs out of 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 that pimp
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Now your hands 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 hear you say