Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one better
And when I'm on the you best to wear your 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 struck a
And now you to see this Southern player serve
I heard it's not where you're but where you pay rent
Then I it's 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, like I'm
So go get your fuckin' shine box, and your of nickles
It to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I
It's that same motherfucker that took them knuckles to eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't
Giving the shout out to my Donnel locked up in prison

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

Now, my oral illustration be like clitoral
To the female gender, nothin better
Let me know it's wet enough to enter
If not wait, because the future of the world depends 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 feel that if we it, it just might get picked on
Or will it a fuck about what others say and get gone
The alienators cause we different your hands to the sky
Sounds of Blackness when 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 don't 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 grits and all that pimp
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Everyday I sit while my be in school
Thinking about the second at the Dungeon shooting pool
Like E-S to the P-N, cause we to the beat in the zone (zone)
Honey I'm home but I'm not
Carried a lot of around being frustrated
And now I'm sitting at the end of the I just made it
Like you the B team
And like the daddy's you making the coffee
You heard the
So the hell up off me

Softly as if I piano in the dark
a way to channel my anger not to embark
The a stage and everybody's got to play their part
God works in mysterious ways so when he
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 away I got a weapon
That runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay

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 let me hear 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 pimp shit
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer