Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - letter, ain't no one better
And when I'm on the you best to wear your sweater
Cause I'm cooler than a polar toenails
Oh hell, he go again talking that shit
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I a nerve
And now you bout to see this Southern player
I heard it's not where you're but where 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 shine box, and your sack of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be like Mr.
Daddy fat sacks, B-O-I
It's same motherfucker that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to but you don't listen
Giving the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in

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

Now your 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, my illustration be like clitoral stimulation
To the gender, ain't nothin better
Let me know it's wet enough to enter
If not wait, because the future of the world depends on
If or if not the we raise gon' have that nigga syndrome
Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the
I really feel that if we tune it, it just get picked on
Or it give a fuck about what others say and get gone
The alienators we different keep your hands to the sky
Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach ain't no lie
I'll be the baker and the of the piece of my pie
Now breaker, breaker can I get some reply?
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 that pimp
Then everybody let me hear you say

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

I sit while my nigga be in school
Thinking about the second album at the Dungeon pool
E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone)
Honey I'm home but I'm not
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 making the
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 got to play their part
God in mysterious 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 signal as day
Put my glock I got a stronger weapon
That runs 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 fish and grits and all that pimp shit
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Now throw 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 hear you say