Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one
And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear sweater
Cause I'm cooler than a bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go talking that shit
Bend, corner's I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see this Southern serve
I heard not where you're from but where you pay rent
Then I heard not what you make but how much you spent
You got me bent like elbows, other things, but I'm not worried
Cause when we step up in the party, I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin' box, and your sack of nickles
It to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I
It's that same that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you listen
the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison

Now your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just care
And if you like fish and grits and all that shit
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Now throw your in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't
And if you fish and grits and all that pimp shit
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Now, my oral illustration be like clitoral
To the female gender, ain't better
Let me know when wet enough to enter
If not I'll wait, because the future of the world on
If or if not the we raise gon' have that nigga syndrome
Or will it to be the hard regardless of the skintone
I really feel that if we it, it just might get picked on
Or will it give a fuck about others say and get gone
The alienators cause we keep your hands to the sky
Like of Blackness when I practice what a preach ain't no lie
I'll be the and the maker of the piece of my pie
Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some
Now say

Now your hands in the air
And 'em like you just don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all pimp shit
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Now your hands in the air
And wave 'em you just don't care
And if you like and grits and all that pimp shit
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Everyday I sit my nigga be in school
about the second album at the Dungeon shooting pool
Like E-S to the P-N, cause we to the beat in the zone (zone)
Honey I'm home but I'm not
Carried a lot of around being frustrated
And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I made it
you made the B team
And the daddy's wife you making the coffee
You the A-T-L-iens
So the hell up off me

as if I played piano in the dark
Found a way to my anger not to embark
The world's a stage and everybody's got to their part
God works in mysterious ways so he starts
The job of speaking us we be so sincere with this here
No or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day
Put my glock away I got a weapon
That never runs out of so I'm ready for war okay

Now throw hands in the air
And 'em like you just don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all pimp shit
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Now throw your in the air
And wave 'em you just don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp
Then everybody let me hear you say