Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, no one better
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 talking that
Bend, corner's I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see this Southern serve
I heard it's not where you're from but you pay rent
Then I it's not what you make 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, 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.
fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I
It's that motherfucker that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you listen
the shout 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 pimp
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

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

Now, my oral illustration be like clitoral
To the female gender, ain't nothin
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 raise gon' have that nigga
Or will it to be the hard 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 alienators cause we keep your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of when I practice what a preach ain't no lie
I'll be the baker and the of the piece of my pie
Now breaker, breaker can I get some reply?
Now say

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

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

Everyday I sit while my nigga be in
Thinking about the second album at the Dungeon pool
E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust 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 month I just it
you made the B team
And like the wife you making the coffee
You the A-T-L-iens
So the hell up off me

as if I played piano 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 ways so when he
The job of speaking through us we be so sincere this here
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal as day
Put my away 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 don't care
And if you like fish and and all that pimp shit
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

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