Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one better
And when I'm on the you best to wear your sweater
Cause I'm cooler 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 player serve
I heard it's not where 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
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 same motherfucker that them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't
the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison

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

Now, my oral illustration be like clitoral
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 child we raise have that nigga syndrome
Or will it know to be the hard of the skintone
I really feel that if we it, it just might get picked on
Or it give a fuck about what others say and get gone
The alienators cause we different keep hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness I practice what 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 reply?
Now say

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

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

Everyday I sit while my be in school
Thinking about the album at the Dungeon shooting pool
Like E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the in the zone (zone)
Honey I'm home but I'm not
Carried a lot of problems being frustrated
And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I made it
Like you made the B
And like the wife you making the coffee
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 a stage and everybody's got to play their part
God works in mysterious ways so he starts
The job of through 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
That never out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay

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

Now throw hands 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 you say O-Yea-yer