Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one better
And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear sweater
Cause I'm cooler a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, he go again talking that shit
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
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
when 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 warn you not to test but you 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 grits and all that shit
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

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

Now, my illustration be like clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, nothin better
Let me know it's wet enough to enter
If not I'll wait, because the future of the world on
If or if not the we raise gon' have that nigga syndrome
Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the
I really that if we tune it, it just might get picked on
Or will it give a fuck about others say and get gone
The alienators cause we different your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I what 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 fish and grits and all pimp shit
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

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

I sit while my nigga be in school
Thinking the second album at the Dungeon shooting pool
Like E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the in the zone (zone)
I'm home but I'm not married
Carried a lot of problems being frustrated
And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I made it
you made the B team
And like the daddy's wife you making the
You the A-T-L-iens
So back the up off me

Softly as if I played in the dark
Found a way to my anger not to embark
The world's a stage and everybody's got to play part
God works in mysterious so when he starts
The job of speaking us we be so sincere with this here
No drugs or so I can get the signal clear as day
Put my glock 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 just don't
And if you fish and grits and all that pimp shit
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

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