Luyện nghe bài hát E.T.

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

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

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

2: Lil Wayne]
Oh my god, it's the
Stuntin' in them [??]
It must be the shoes, the stars in the sky start 'em
Far the norm', bitch I'm Norman Bates aqua
But far fetched when a under-dog's barkin'
But they could get checked if I don't sign my [??]
I phone home, I phone homies
And you at your home with your homies, spoil a moment

Extra clips, extra bitch, homie I don't fear shit like excision, a twist
Gettin' high on extra 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
Unexplained things goin' in my strange
Unidentified flyin' object Wayne's
'Cause I be on that Merry, I don't fuck with 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
Swallow 'em with some water, cut and bleed weed
Help, trouble bein' human, let alone a being
Have trouble shootin' a not a M-16 (Buk)
I feel without no understandin' , that be my own fear
And they don't understand me, I know, I know, long