Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one better
And when I'm on the microphone you to wear your sweater
Cause I'm cooler a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go again that shit
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I a nerve
And now you bout to see this Southern player
I heard it's not where you're from but where you pay
I heard it's not what you make but how much you spent
You got me bent elbows, amongst other 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
Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G
It's that same motherfucker that took them 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 '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

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 let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Now, my illustration be like clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, ain't better
Let me know it's wet enough to enter
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 regardless of the skintone
I really feel if we tune it, it just might get picked on
Or will it give a fuck what others say and get gone
The alienators cause we 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 of the piece of my pie
Now breaker, breaker can I get some reply?
Now say

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

Everyday I sit while my be in school
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
a lot of problems around being frustrated
And now I'm at the end of the month I just made it
you made the B team
And the daddy's wife you making the coffee
You heard the
So back the up off me

as if I played 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 works in mysterious ways so he starts
The job of speaking through us we be so sincere with here
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 your in the air
And 'em like you just don't care
And if you like and grits and all that pimp shit
Then everybody let me hear you say

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