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 to wear your sweater
I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go talking that shit
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I struck a
And now you bout to see this Southern player
I heard it's not where you're but where you pay rent
Then I it's not what you make but how much you spent
You got me like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not worried
Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm
So go get your fuckin' shine box, and your of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be Mr. Pickles
fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I
It's same motherfucker that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you listen
Giving the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in

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

Now, my oral illustration be like stimulation
To the female gender, ain't nothin
Let me know it's wet enough to enter
If not I'll wait, the future of the world depends on
If or if not the child we raise gon' that nigga syndrome
Or will it to be the hard regardless of the skintone
I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get on
Or will it give a fuck about what others say and get
The alienators we different keep your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of 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 reply?
Now say

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

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

Everyday I sit while my be in school
about the second album at the Dungeon shooting pool
Like E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the 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 just it
you made the B team
And the daddy's wife you making the coffee
You heard the
So back the up off me

Softly as if I played in the dark
a way to channel my anger not to embark
The world's a and everybody's got to play their part
God works in ways so when he starts
The job of through us we be so sincere with this here
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the clear as day
Put my away I got a stronger weapon
That never runs out of ammunition so I'm for war okay

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

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