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 than a polar bear's 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 player
I heard it's not you're from but where you pay rent
I heard it's not what you make but how much you spent
You got me bent like elbows, 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' shine box, and your sack of
It tickles to see you try to be like Mr.
Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G
It's that same that took them knuckles to your 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 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 you say O-Yea-yer

Now throw your in the air
And wave 'em 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 clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, nothin better
Let me know when it's wet enough to
If not I'll wait, because the of the world depends on
If or if not the child we raise gon' that nigga syndrome
Or will it know to be the hard of the skintone
I really feel if we tune it, it just might get picked on
Or it give a fuck about what others say and get gone
The alienators we different keep your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I what a preach ain't no lie
I'll be the baker and the 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 care
And if you fish and grits and all that 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 and all that pimp shit
Then everybody let me you say O-Yea-yer

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

Softly as if I piano in the dark
Found a way to channel my anger not to
The world's a and everybody's got to play their part
God works in mysterious ways so he starts
The job of speaking us we be so sincere with this here
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the clear as day
Put my away I got a stronger weapon
never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay

Now your hands in the air
And wave 'em 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

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