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 than a polar toenails
Oh hell, there he go again that shit
Bend, corner's I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you to see this Southern player serve
I it's 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 bent like elbows, other things, but I'm not worried
Cause when we up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your shine box, and your sack of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be like Mr.
Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G
It's that same motherfucker that them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to 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 don't care
And if you fish and grits and all that pimp shit
Then everybody let me hear you say

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

Now, my oral illustration be like stimulation
To the gender, ain't nothin better
Let me know when it's wet enough to
If not I'll wait, because the future of the depends on
If or if not the child we raise gon' have that nigga
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 what others say and get
The alienators cause we keep your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness I practice what a preach ain't no lie
be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie
Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some
Now say

Now your hands in the air
And 'em like 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 and grits and all that pimp shit
Then everybody let me hear you say

Everyday I sit while my nigga be in
Thinking about the second at the Dungeon shooting pool
Like E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the 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 made it
Like you the B team
And like the daddy's wife you making the
You heard the
So the hell up off me

Softly as if I piano in the dark
Found a way to channel my anger not to
The world's a and everybody's got to play their part
God works in mysterious ways so he starts
The job of speaking through us we be so 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 out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay

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

Now throw your 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