Luyện nghe bài hát E.T.

B.o.B.]
Like I don't belong, I like 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 languages than y'all
I guess, all you know is my all
I step the Hall of Fame and put my frame in the wall
I'm like a Michael Angelo that hangs in the wall
They me off, by Hendrix while they play the guitar
Never had but me and Franklin was dawgs
Somewhere between insane and
Guess my a little off
I'm in the havin' d-d-dangerous typa thoughts
I for hours, hit the fuckin' vapourisin' cough
Kill I see and leave behind a mountain of chalk
I the hand that I was dealt and made a house out of cards
You can't me to anyone, swag on every offical one
purple crop cirles, pack is loud as a [??]
Anti-gravity suit
Went who are you to chillin' with the who's who
Paranoid of more than in science fiction
Sleepin' with a fat burner like I'm tryna my figure
Wanna cut me out the picture 'cause I'm [??]
I-I-I stop shittin' on these niggas, but I been a quitter
Yeah, so join the B.o.B. fence
I would say "Fuck ya" but I in safe sex
off, young Jedi on the red eye
Rap god, I should have my own 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 Jordans
It must be the shoes, the in the sky won't start 'em
Far from the norm', bitch I'm Norman aqua
But nothing's far when a under-dog's barkin'
But they could get if I don't sign my goon's [??]
I don't phone home, I phone
And catch you at your home your homies, spoil a moment

Extra clips, extra bitch, homie I don't fear like excision, neck a twist
Gettin' high on extra shit extra kick to kick my ass
And after I put all bullshit to the side, I lick my hands from a different world's Dwayne
Unexplained things in my strange brain
Unidentified flyin' object Wayne's
'Cause I be on that Merry, I fuck with plain Jane
in the backpack, no room for E.T
Eyes on my kneecaps, don't look up deep
All I do is fallback, smoke and keep seeds
Swallow 'em some water, cut myself and bleed weed
Help, trouble human, let alone a human being
Have trouble a breeze not a M-16 (Buk)
I without no understandin' , that will be my own fear
And they understand me, I know, I know, long hair