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 wear your
Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's
Oh hell, there he go again talking shit
Bend, corner's I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see Southern player serve
I heard it's not where you're from but you pay rent
Then I heard it's not what you 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, like I'm
So go get your fuckin' 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 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 throw 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

Now your 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 you say O-Yea-yer

Now, my illustration be like clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, ain't better
Let me know when it's wet to enter
If not I'll wait, the future of the world depends on
If or if not the child we raise gon' have that 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 others say and get gone
The alienators cause we different keep your to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness I practice what a preach ain't no lie
I'll be the and the maker of the piece of my pie
Now breaker, breaker can I get some reply?
Now say

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

Everyday I sit my nigga be in school
Thinking about the album at the Dungeon shooting pool
Like E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the beat in the (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
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 played in the dark
Found a way to channel my anger not to
The a stage 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 this here
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 your hands in the air
And wave 'em 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 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 you say O-Yea-yer