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 your sweater
I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, he go again talking that shit
Bend, like I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see this Southern player
I heard it's not where you're from but you pay rent
Then I heard not what you make but how much you spent
You got me bent 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 sack of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G
It's that same motherfucker that took them to your eye
And I try, to you not to test but you don't listen
Giving the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in

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

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

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

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

I sit while my nigga be in school
Thinking about the album at the Dungeon shooting pool
Like E-S to the P-N, we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone)
I'm home but I'm not married
Carried a lot of problems around being
And now I'm at the end of the month I just made it
Like you the B team
And like the daddy's wife you making the
You the A-T-L-iens
So back the 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 got to play their part
God works in mysterious so when he starts
The job of through 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 stronger
That never runs out of so I'm ready for war okay

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

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