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 wear your
Cause I'm cooler a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, he go again talking that shit
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I struck a
And now you to see this Southern player serve
I heard it's not where you're from but where you pay
Then I heard it's not what you but how much you spent
You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not
Cause when we up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin' shine box, and sack of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, 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 shout out to my 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 that pimp
Then everybody let me you say O-Yea-yer

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

Now, my oral illustration be like stimulation
To the gender, ain't nothin better
Let me know when wet enough 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 feel that if we tune it, it just might get on
Or it give a fuck about what others say and get gone
The alienators cause we different 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, breaker 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 just don't
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Everyday I sit my nigga 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 but I'm not married
Carried a lot of around being 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 the hell up off me

Softly as if I played piano in the
a way to channel my anger 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 through us we be so sincere with here
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the clear as day
Put my glock I got a stronger weapon
That never runs out of so I'm ready for war okay

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