Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one better
And when I'm on the microphone you to wear your sweater
Cause I'm cooler than a 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 this Southern serve
I heard it's not where you're but where you pay rent
I heard 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 up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your shine box, and your sack of nickles
It to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I
It's same motherfucker 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 Uncle Donnel locked up in

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

Now, my oral illustration be clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, ain't nothin
Let me know when it's wet enough to
If not I'll wait, the future of the world 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 it, it just might get picked on
Or will it give a fuck about what say and get gone
The alienators cause we different keep your to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach 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 throw hands in the air
And wave 'em you just don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all pimp shit
Then everybody let me hear you say

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

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

Softly as if I played in the dark
a way to channel my anger not to embark
The world's a stage and everybody's got to play their
God in mysterious ways so when he starts
The job of speaking through us we be so sincere this here
No or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day
Put my glock away I got a weapon
That never runs out of so I'm ready for war okay

Now throw hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp
Then everybody let me hear you say

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