Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - 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, he go again talking that shit
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I a nerve
And now you to see this 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, other things, but I'm not worried
Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm
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 them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to you not to test but you don't listen
Giving the out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison

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

Now, my oral illustration be like stimulation
To the female gender, ain't nothin
Let me know 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 it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone
I really feel that if we it, it just might get picked on
Or will it give a about what others say and get gone
The alienators cause we keep 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, 10-4 can I get some reply?
Now say

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

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

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 to the beat in the zone (zone)
Honey I'm home but I'm not
Carried a lot of problems being frustrated
And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I made it
Like you the B team
And the daddy's wife you making the coffee
You heard the
So back the up off me

Softly as if I played in the dark
Found a way to channel my anger not to
The world's a stage and got to play their part
God in mysterious ways so when he starts
The job of through 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
never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay

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

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 let me hear you say O-Yea-yer