Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one
And when I'm on the you best to wear your sweater
I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, he go again talking that shit
Bend, corner's I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see Southern player serve
I heard 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 fuckin' 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 you not to test but you don't listen
Giving the out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison

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

Now, my oral illustration be like stimulation
To the gender, ain't nothin better
Let me know when it's wet enough to
If not I'll wait, the future of the world depends on
If or if not the child we raise gon' have that 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 others say and get
The alienators cause we 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 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 your in the air
And wave 'em like you just care
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 about the second album at the shooting pool
Like E-S to the P-N, cause we to the beat in the zone (zone)
Honey I'm but I'm not married
a lot of problems around being frustrated
And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I made it
Like you made the B
And the daddy's wife you making the coffee
You the A-T-L-iens
So back the up off me

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

Now throw 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 hear you say

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