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
I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go again talking that
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I struck a
And now you bout to see 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 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-O-I
It's that same motherfucker that took knuckles to your eye
And I try, to you not to test but you don't listen
Giving the shout out to my Donnel locked up in prison

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
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 and grits and all that pimp shit
Then everybody let me you say O-Yea-yer

Now, my oral illustration be like stimulation
To the female gender, nothin better
Let me when it's wet enough to enter
If not wait, because the future of the world depends on
If or if not the child we gon' have that nigga syndrome
Or will it know to be the hard of the skintone
I really feel that if we it, it just might get picked on
Or will it give a fuck what others say and get gone
The alienators cause we different keep hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a ain't no lie
I'll be the and the maker of the piece of my pie
Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some
Now say

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

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

Everyday I sit my nigga be in school
Thinking about the second album at the Dungeon pool
E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone)
Honey I'm but I'm not married
Carried a lot of around being frustrated
And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I made it
Like you made the B
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 not to embark
The world's a stage and everybody's got to play their
God works in ways so when he starts
The job of speaking us we be so sincere with this here
No drugs or so I can get the signal clear as day
Put my glock away I got a 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 fish 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 don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer