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 talking that shit
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I a nerve
And now you bout to see Southern player serve
I it's not where you're from but where you pay rent
Then I heard it's not what you but how much you spent
You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not
Cause we step 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-I-G
It's that same motherfucker that them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to you not to test but you don't listen
Giving the shout out to my Donnel locked up in prison

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
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
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Now, my oral illustration be like clitoral
To the female gender, ain't better
Let me know when it's wet enough to
If not I'll wait, because the future of the world on
If or if not the child we raise gon' have that syndrome
Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the
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 different keep your to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice a preach ain't no lie
I'll be the baker and the of the piece 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 and grits and all that pimp shit
Then everybody let me hear you say

Now your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't
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 at the Dungeon shooting pool
Like E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the in the zone (zone)
I'm home but I'm not married
Carried a lot of around 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 you making the coffee
You heard the
So back the up off me

Softly as if I played in the dark
a way to channel my anger not to embark
The world's a and everybody's got to play their part
God works in mysterious so when he starts
The job of speaking through us we be so with this here
No or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day
Put my glock away I got a weapon
never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay

Now throw your 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 you say O-Yea-yer

Now throw your 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 you say O-Yea-yer