Luyện nghe bài hát E.T.

B.o.B.]
Like I don't belong, I like I don't belong
Like I don't belong, 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 than
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 hangs in the wall
They gated me off, by Hendrix while they the guitar
Never had friends but me and was dawgs
Somewhere between insane and
my brain's a little off
I'm in the b-b-basement havin' d-d-dangerous thoughts
I pays for hours, hit the fuckin' vapourisin'
Kill everything I see and leave behind a mountain of
I took the hand that I was dealt and a house out of cards
You can't compare me to anyone, swag on offical one
Blowin' purple crop cirles, pack is as a [??]
Anti-gravity moon
Went from who are you to chillin' the who's who
of more than story-tales in science fiction
Sleepin' with a fat burner I'm tryna watch my figure
Wanna cut me out the 'cause I'm bigger [??]
stop shittin' on these niggas, but I never been a quitter
Yeah, so the B.o.B. hate 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 pray (eyy man, ray bands)

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

2: Lil Wayne]
Oh my god, the martian
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 could get checked if I don't sign my goon's [??]
I don't phone home, I phone
And catch you at your with your homies, spoil a moment

Extra clips, extra bitch, homie I don't fear like excision, neck a twist
Gettin' high on extra shit with extra to kick my ass
And after I put all bullshit to the side, I my hands from a different world's Dwayne Wayne
things goin' in my strange brain
Unidentified flyin' object plane
'Cause I be on that Merry, I don't fuck with Jane
in the backpack, no room for E.T
Eyes on my kneecaps, 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 alone a being
Have trouble shootin' a breeze not a (Buk)
I without no understandin' , that will be my own fear
And they don't understand me, I know, I know, hair