Luyện nghe bài hát E.T.

B.o.B.]
Like I don't belong, I feel like I belong
Like I don't belong, a extra-terrestrial
Extra-Terrestrial, Extra-Terrestrial,

1: B.o.B.]
Yeah, basically I'm an to y'all
I guess, I'm speaking in different languages y'all
I guess, all you is my aliases all
I step into the Hall of Fame and put my in the wall
I'm a Michael Angelo painting that hangs in the wall
gated me off, by Hendrix while they play the guitar
Never had friends but me and Franklin was
between insane and famous
Guess my a little off
I'm in the b-b-basement havin' d-d-dangerous thoughts
I pays for hours, hit the vapourisin' cough
Kill everything I see and leave a mountain of chalk
I the hand that I was dealt and made a house out of cards
You can't compare me to anyone, swag on offical one
Blowin' purple crop cirles, pack is loud as a
moon suit
Went from who are you to chillin' the who's who
Paranoid of than story-tales in science fiction
Sleepin' with a fat like I'm tryna watch my figure
Wanna cut me out the picture 'cause I'm bigger
I-I-I stop shittin' on these niggas, but I never a quitter
Yeah, so join the B.o.B. fence
I say "Fuck ya" but I practise in safe sex
off, young Jedi on the red eye
Rap god, I should have my own pray (eyy man, ray bands)

B.o.B.]
Like I don't belong, I feel like I belong
I don't belong, like a extra-terrestrial
Extra-Terrestrial, Extra-Terrestrial,

2: Lil Wayne]
Oh my god, the martian
Stuntin' in [??] Jordans
It must be the shoes, the stars in the sky start 'em
Far from the norm', bitch I'm Norman aqua
But nothing's far fetched when a under-dog's
But could get checked if I don't sign my goon's [??]
I don't home, I phone homies
And catch you at your with your homies, spoil a moment

Extra clips, extra bitch, I don't fear shit like excision, neck a twist
Gettin' high on shit with extra kick to kick my ass
And I put all bullshit to the side, I lick my hands from a different world's Dwayne Wayne
things goin' in my strange brain
Unidentified object Wayne's plane
I be on that Merry, I don't fuck with plain Jane
Drugs in the backpack, no for E.T
on my kneecaps, don't look up knee deep
All I do is fallback, smoke kush and keep
'em with some water, cut myself and bleed weed
Help, trouble bein' human, let a human being
trouble shootin' a breeze not a M-16 (Buk)
I feel no understandin' , that will be my own fear
And they don't understand me, I know, I know, hair