Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - letter, ain't no one better
And when I'm on the you best to wear your sweater
I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, he go again talking that shit
Bend, like I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see Southern player serve
I heard not where 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, other things, but I'm not worried
Cause when we step up in the party, I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin' shine box, and your sack of
It to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G
It's that motherfucker that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to you not to test but you don't listen
Giving the shout out to my Uncle Donnel up in prison

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 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, my oral be like clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, ain't better
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 nigga syndrome
Or it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone
I really that if we tune it, it just might get picked on
Or will it a fuck about what others say and get gone
The alienators cause we different your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach no lie
be the baker and the maker 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 like you just don't
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp
everybody let me hear 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 pimp
Then everybody let me you say O-Yea-yer

Everyday I sit while my be in school
Thinking about the album at the Dungeon shooting pool
Like E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the in the zone (zone)
Honey I'm home but I'm not
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 played in the dark
Found a way to my anger not to embark
The world's a stage and everybody's got to their part
God works in ways so when he starts
The job of speaking through us we be so with this here
No drugs or so I can get the signal clear as day
Put my glock I got a stronger weapon
never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay

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 hear you say

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