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 than a polar bear's
Oh hell, there he go talking that shit
Bend, corner's I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see this player serve
I heard not where you're from but where you pay rent
Then I 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 when we step up in the party, I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin' shine box, and your sack of
It tickles to see you try to be like Mr.
fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I
It's that same that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you listen
Giving the shout out to my Uncle Donnel up in prison

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

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

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

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

Everyday I sit while my be in school
about the second album at the Dungeon shooting pool
Like E-S to the P-N, cause we to the beat in the zone (zone)
I'm home but I'm not married
Carried a lot of problems being frustrated
And now I'm at the end of the month I just made it
Like you the B team
And like the daddy's you making the coffee
You heard the
So back the up off me

Softly as if I piano in the dark
Found a way to my anger not to embark
The world's a and everybody's got to play their part
God works in mysterious so when he starts
The job of speaking through us we be so sincere with this
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the clear as day
Put my glock I got a stronger weapon
never runs out of ammunition 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 grits and all that shit
Then everybody let me you say O-Yea-yer

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