Luyện nghe bài hát E.T.

B.o.B.]
Like I don't belong, I feel I don't belong
I don't belong, like 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 like a Michael Angelo painting that hangs in the
They me off, by Hendrix while they play the guitar
Never had friends but me and was dawgs
between insane and famous
Guess my brain's a off
I'm in the b-b-basement d-d-dangerous typa thoughts
I pays for hours, hit the fuckin' cough
Kill everything I see and leave behind a mountain of
I took the hand that I was and made a house out of cards
You compare me to anyone, swag on every offical one
Blowin' purple crop cirles, pack is loud as a
Anti-gravity suit
Went from who are you to chillin' the who's who
Paranoid of more than story-tales in science
Sleepin' with a fat burner like I'm tryna my figure
cut me out the picture 'cause I'm bigger [??]
I-I-I stop shittin' on niggas, but I never been a quitter
Yeah, so the B.o.B. hate fence
I say "Fuck ya" but I practise in safe sex
Signin' off, young 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
Like I belong, like a extra-terrestrial
Extra-Terrestrial, Extra-Terrestrial,

[Verse 2: Lil
Oh my god, it's the
in them [??] Jordans
It must be the shoes, the in the sky won't start 'em
Far from the norm', I'm Norman Bates aqua
But far fetched when a under-dog's barkin'
But they could get checked if I 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, homie I don't fear shit excision, neck a twist
high on extra shit with extra kick to kick my ass
And after I put all bullshit to the side, I lick my 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 with plain Jane
Drugs in the backpack, no for E.T
Eyes on my kneecaps, don't look up knee
All I do is fallback, smoke kush and seeds
Swallow 'em some water, cut myself and bleed weed
Help, trouble bein' human, let alone a being
trouble shootin' a breeze not a M-16 (Buk)
I feel without no understandin' , that will be my own
And they don't me, I know, I know, long hair