Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - letter, ain't no one better
And when I'm on the microphone you best to your sweater
Cause I'm than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go again that shit
Bend, like I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see this player serve
I it's not where you're from but where you pay rent
I heard 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 we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin' box, and your sack of nickles
It to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, B-O-I
It's that same that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to but you don't listen
Giving the out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison

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

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

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 everybody let me hear you say

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

I sit while my nigga be in school
Thinking about the second album at the Dungeon shooting
Like E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the in the zone (zone)
Honey I'm but I'm not married
Carried a lot of problems around being
And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I just it
you made the B team
And like the daddy's wife you making the
You heard the
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 everybody's got to 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 signal as day
Put my glock I got a stronger weapon
That never runs out of ammunition so I'm for war okay

Now throw your 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 throw your 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