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 your sweater
Cause I'm cooler than a polar toenails
Oh hell, there he go again talking that
Bend, like I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see this Southern serve
I heard it's not where you're but where you pay rent
Then I it's not what 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 your 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 knuckles to eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you listen
Giving the shout out to my Donnel locked up in prison

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 let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Now your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just care
And if you like fish and and all that pimp shit
everybody 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 when wet enough to enter
If not I'll wait, the future of the world depends on
If or if not the child we raise gon' have that nigga
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 give a about what others say and get gone
The alienators cause we different keep hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness I practice what a preach ain't no lie
I'll be the baker and the maker of the of my pie
Now breaker, breaker can I get some reply?
Now say

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

Everyday I sit while my nigga be in
Thinking about the second album at the Dungeon shooting
Like E-S to the P-N, we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone)
I'm home but I'm not married
Carried a lot of around being frustrated
And now I'm sitting at the end of the I just made it
Like you made the B
And the daddy's wife you making the coffee
You the A-T-L-iens
So the hell up off me

as if I played piano in the dark
Found a way to channel my not to embark
The world's a stage and got to play their part
God works in mysterious ways so when he
The job of speaking through us we be so sincere this here
No or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day
Put my away I got a stronger weapon
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 like fish and grits and all that pimp
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

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