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 wear your
Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's
Oh hell, he go again talking that shit
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I struck a
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 other things, but I'm not
when we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin' shine box, and sack of nickles
It to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, B-O-I
It's same motherfucker that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't
Giving the shout out to my Donnel locked up in prison

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

Now, my oral 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 future of the world on
If or if not the child we raise have that nigga syndrome
Or will it know to be the hard of the skintone
I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get on
Or will it give a fuck what others say and get gone
The alienators cause we different your hands to the sky
Sounds of Blackness when I practice what 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 reply?
Now say

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 everybody let me you say O-Yea-yer

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
Then everybody let me hear you say

Everyday I sit my nigga be in school
Thinking about the second album at the Dungeon shooting
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 problems around being
And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I just it
Like you made the B
And like the wife you making the coffee
You the A-T-L-iens
So the hell up off me

Softly as if I piano in the dark
Found a way to channel my anger not to
The a stage and everybody's 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 drugs or alcohol so I can get the clear as day
Put my glock away I got a stronger
That never runs out of so I'm ready for war okay

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

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