Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one better
And I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater
Cause I'm cooler than a bear's toenails
Oh hell, he go again talking that shit
Bend, like I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see 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 bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not
Cause when we step up in the party, I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin' shine box, and sack of nickles
It to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
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 but you don't listen
Giving the shout out to my Uncle Donnel 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 that shit
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Now throw your 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

Now, my oral illustration be like clitoral
To the female gender, ain't nothin
Let me know when it's wet to enter
If not I'll wait, because the future of the depends on
If or if not the child we raise have that nigga syndrome
Or will it know to be the 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 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 baker and the maker of the of my pie
Now breaker, breaker can I get some reply?
Now say

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
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

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

Everyday I sit my nigga be in school
Thinking about the second album at the Dungeon 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 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 wife you 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 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 this 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 so I'm ready for war okay

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 you say O-Yea-yer

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