Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - letter, ain't no one better
And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your
Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's
Oh hell, there he go again talking shit
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I a nerve
And now you to see this Southern player serve
I heard it's not where you're but where you pay rent
Then I heard it's not you make but how much you spent
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 shine box, and your sack of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be like Mr.
fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I
It's that motherfucker that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't
Giving the out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison

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

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

Now throw your in the air
And wave 'em like you just care
And if you like and grits and all that pimp shit
Then everybody let me hear you say

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

Everyday I sit my nigga be in school
Thinking about the album at the Dungeon shooting pool
Like E-S to the P-N, 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 made it
Like you the B team
And like the daddy's you making the coffee
You heard the
So back the up off me

Softly as if I piano in the dark
a way to channel my anger not to embark
The world's a stage and everybody's got to their part
God in mysterious ways so when he starts
The job of through us we be so sincere with this here
No drugs or 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 don't
And if you like fish and grits and all pimp shit
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 and grits and all that pimp shit
Then everybody let me hear you say