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 when I hover in my
That chopper hit your dome and give you a
Still running this shit, first place in the and,
I'm not done, my flow stay tighter than a fucking cummerbund
I take my gun out and all the pussies run, take that Uzi out, 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
Chan flow, I kick it up a notch
Your is a freak, she keep reaching for my crotch
I hit it from the side, call a drum-roll
Then I let her have the nut, cum running down her
M.O.B bitch, and it's death to my foes
Counting money, making music I'm laughing at you hoes
So competition ain't really competition
I'm so good at what I do I deserve a mention
Better yet, I deserve a penchant, my rhymes will elevate your brain so you need to
Got a couple racks stuffed, in my denim
Take a couple swishers out, I start to split 'em
If a nigga blow my high then I put him in the
Bitch I'm a new me, D2's the
Stomping on this beat like a motherfucking
D-Town's very own, stand up, you at
Pop that pussy, shake that ass, then throw it
I spit cardiac like I had a heart attack
I keep my weed purple like a black pussy
on your beat like a high school bully
Niggas thing they seeing me a mirage, I'm at home with your bitch, she give my dick a massage
Stop playing, and take off them
I'm trying to dig deep, put my tongue up in that
Bitch I am an alien, get for abduction
She get a mouthful of my volcanic
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 illest in the game, so you mean
I'm the King, I have a dream, I'm gone off that
I got that horror movie flow 'cause I make bitches scream
Sticking to my script, you don't get the theme
diamonds on my wrist, yes they glisten when they gleam
Bullets hit your white Tee and your color scheme
I your head off and put it on a balance beam
Bitch it's all about I, no other
I'm the shit, bitch nigga, now your bowels
Them bullets make you curl up fried shrimp, and if she get my dick hard it's gone be bigger than a blimp
I high, yeah I'm on the solar
But I'm so that I'm still on my polar
nigga, until the day they bury me
313 nigga until they have to me, to my grave
Hello Hip-Hop, you been saved, I'm out