Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, no one better
And when I'm on the microphone you best to your sweater
Cause I'm than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go again that shit
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I struck a
And now you bout to see this Southern serve
I heard not where you're from but where you pay rent
Then I heard not what you make but how much you spent
You got me bent like elbows, amongst 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 sack of
It tickles to see you try to be like Mr.
fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I
It's that same motherfucker that took them to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't
Giving the shout out to my Uncle Donnel 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
Then everybody let me hear you say

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

Now, my oral be like clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, ain't nothin
Let me know when wet enough to enter
If not I'll wait, because the future of the depends on
If or if not the child we raise gon' have that 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 cause we different keep hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice a preach ain't no lie
be the baker and the maker 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 like fish and grits and all that pimp
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 and grits and all that pimp shit
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

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

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

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