Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one
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 shit
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I struck a
And now you bout to see Southern player serve
I it's not where you're from but where you pay rent
Then I heard it's not 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, like I'm
So go get your shine box, and your sack of nickles
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 you not to test but you don't listen
Giving the shout out to my Donnel locked up in prison

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

Now, my oral illustration be like clitoral
To the female gender, nothin better
Let me know when it's wet to enter
If not I'll wait, because the future of the depends on
If or if not the child we gon' have that nigga syndrome
Or will it know to be the regardless of the skintone
I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get on
Or will it give a fuck about what say and get gone
The cause we different keep your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I what a preach ain't no lie
I'll be the baker and the 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 that pimp
Then everybody let me 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 grits and all that shit
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

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)
Honey I'm but I'm not married
Carried a lot of problems around frustrated
And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I just 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 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 with this here
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal as day
Put my away I got a stronger weapon
That runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay

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

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