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, like a
Extra-Terrestrial, Extra-Terrestrial,

1: B.o.B.]
Yeah, I'm an alien to y'all
I guess, I'm speaking in different languages than
I guess, all you is my aliases all
I step into the of Fame and put my frame in the wall
I'm like a Angelo painting that hangs in the wall
They gated me off, by while they play the guitar
Never had friends but me and was dawgs
Somewhere between and famous
Guess my a little off
I'm in the b-b-basement d-d-dangerous typa thoughts
I pays for hours, hit the fuckin' cough
Kill I see and leave behind a mountain of chalk
I took the that I was dealt and made a house out of cards
You compare me to anyone, swag on every offical one
Blowin' purple crop cirles, is loud as a [??]
moon suit
Went from who are you to with the who's who
Paranoid of more story-tales in science fiction
with a fat burner like I'm tryna watch my figure
Wanna cut me out the picture 'cause I'm bigger
I-I-I shittin' on these niggas, but I never been a quitter
Yeah, so join the B.o.B. fence
I would say "Fuck ya" but I practise in sex
Signin' off, young 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 like I belong
Like I don't belong, a extra-terrestrial
Extra-Terrestrial, Extra-Terrestrial,

2: Lil Wayne]
Oh my god, it's the
Stuntin' in [??] Jordans
It be the shoes, the stars in the sky won't start 'em
Far from the norm', bitch I'm Norman Bates
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 home your homies, spoil a moment

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