Luyện nghe bài hát I'm An Alien

(Chorus)

I'm an alien, I'm an alien, I'm an alien, bitch I'm an
I'm an alien, I'm an alien, ask anybody, motherfucka, I'm an

(Verse)

I'm an alien, bitch I'm an alien, I get so high I hover in my spaceship
That hit your dome and give you a facelift
Still running this shit, place in the race and,
I'm still not done, my flow stay tighter than a cummerbund
I take my gun out and all the pussies run, that Uzi out, introduce you niggas to the Big Pun
Yeah, I stay on some Eastside
If you see me in the booth, I'm on beast-wild shit
Jackie flow, I kick it up a notch
Your is a freak, she keep reaching for my crotch
I hit it from the side, call that a
I let her have the nut, cum running down her nose
It's M.O.B bitch, and it's to my foes
Counting money, music while I'm laughing at you hoes
So competition ain't really competition
I'm so good at what I do that I deserve a
Better yet, I deserve a penchant, my rhymes elevate your brain so you need to listen
Got a couple stuffed, down in my denim
a couple swishers out, then I start to split 'em
If a nigga blow my high I put him in the Earth
Bitch I'm a new me, the rebirth
Stomping on this beat like a motherfucking
D-Town's very own, up, where you at
Pop that pussy, shake ass, then throw it back
I spit that cardiac I had a heart attack
I keep my weed purple like a black pussy
Flexing on your beat like a high bully
Niggas thing they seeing me like a mirage, I'm at home with your bitch, she give my a massage
playing, and take off them pantyhose
I'm trying to dig deep, put my tongue up in camel-toe
Bitch I am an alien, get for abduction
She get a of my volcanic eruption
I define the word real to a T, I am every pair of eyes ought to see
switching up my styles like a dance routine
I'm in the in the game, so fuck you mean
I'm the King, I have a dream, I'm gone off that
I got that horror movie flow 'cause I make these bitches
Sticking to my script, you even get the theme
Them diamonds on my wrist, yes glisten when they gleam
Bullets hit your white Tee and change color scheme
I take your head off and put it on a balance
Bitch it's all about I, no vowels
I'm the shit, bitch nigga, now check bowels
Them bullets make you curl up like fried shrimp, and if she get my dick hard it's be bigger than a blimp
I stay high, I'm on the solar
But I'm so that I'm still on my polar
Eastside nigga, until the day bury me
313 nigga until they have to carry me, to my
Hello Hip-Hop, you have saved, I'm out