Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, no one better
And when I'm on the microphone you best to your sweater
Cause I'm cooler a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go again talking that
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 like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not
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 Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G
It's that same motherfucker that took them to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you listen
Giving the out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison

Now throw your 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 throw hands in the air
And 'em like you just don't care
And if you fish and grits 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, nothin better
Let me when it's wet enough to enter
If not I'll wait, the future of the world depends on
If or if not the child we raise gon' have 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 will it give a fuck about others say and get gone
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 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 just care
And if you like and grits and all that pimp shit
Then everybody let me hear you say

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 everybody let me you say O-Yea-yer

Everyday I sit my nigga be in school
about the second album at the Dungeon shooting pool
Like E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the beat in the (zone)
Honey I'm home but I'm not
Carried a lot of problems being frustrated
And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I just it
you made the B team
And like the wife you making the coffee
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 everybody's got to play their
God works in mysterious ways so he starts
The job of speaking through us we be so with this here
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal as day
Put my away I got a stronger weapon
That never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war

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

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