Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one
And when I'm on the you best to wear your sweater
Cause I'm cooler than a polar toenails
Oh hell, there he go talking that shit
Bend, like I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see this player serve
I heard it's not where you're but where you pay rent
Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you
You got me like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not worried
Cause we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin' shine box, and your of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be like Mr.
fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I
It's same motherfucker that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you listen
Giving the out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison

Now throw your 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 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

Now, my illustration be like clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, ain't better
Let me know when it's wet to enter
If not wait, because the future of the world depends on
If or if not the child we raise have that 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 give a fuck what others say and get gone
The cause we different keep your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach no lie
I'll be the and the maker of the piece of my pie
Now breaker, breaker can I get some reply?
Now say

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

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

Everyday I sit my nigga be in school
Thinking about the second album at the shooting 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 problems around frustrated
And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I just it
Like you made the B
And like the daddy's 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 mysterious ways so when he
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
That never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war

Now throw 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

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