Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, no one better
And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear sweater
I'm cooler than 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 serve
I heard it's not you're from but where you pay rent
Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you
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 fuckin' shine box, and your sack of nickles
It to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G
It's that same motherfucker that took them knuckles to eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't
Giving the shout out to my Uncle locked up in prison

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
Then everybody let me you say O-Yea-yer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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