Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one better
And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear sweater
Cause I'm cooler a polar 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 player
I heard not where you're from but where you pay rent
Then I heard it's not what you make but how you spent
You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not
Cause we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin' box, and your sack of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be Mr. Pickles
fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I
It's that same motherfucker took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to you not to test but you don't listen
Giving the shout out to my Donnel locked up in prison

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

Now, my oral illustration be like clitoral
To the female gender, ain't better
Let me when it's wet enough to enter
If not I'll wait, because the future of the depends on
If or if not the child we gon' have that nigga syndrome
Or it know 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 cause we different keep your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a ain't no lie
I'll be the and the maker of the piece of my pie
Now breaker, breaker can I get some reply?
Now say

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

Everyday I sit while my be in school
Thinking 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 problems around being
And now I'm at the end of the month I just made it
you made the B team
And the daddy's wife you making the coffee
You the A-T-L-iens
So back the up off me

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

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

Now throw hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just care
And if you like fish and and all that pimp shit
Then everybody let me hear you say