Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one
And I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater
Cause I'm cooler a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go again talking shit
Bend, like I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you to see this Southern player serve
I heard it's not where you're but where you pay rent
I heard it's not what you make but how much you spent
You got me bent like elbows, amongst 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 tickles to see you try to be like Mr.
Daddy fat sacks, B-O-I
It's that same motherfucker took them knuckles 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 throw hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't
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 don't care
And if you like fish and and all that pimp shit
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

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

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 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 and all that pimp shit
Then everybody let me hear you say

Everyday I sit my nigga be in school
Thinking about the second album at the shooting pool
Like E-S to the P-N, we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone)
Honey I'm home but I'm not
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 you making the coffee
You the A-T-L-iens
So the hell up off me

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

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 everybody let me you say O-Yea-yer

Now throw hands 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 you say O-Yea-yer