Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one better
And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your
Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's
Oh hell, he go again talking that shit
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I a nerve
And now you bout to see this Southern player
I heard it's not where you're but where you pay rent
Then I heard it's not you make but how much you spent
You got me like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not worried
Cause we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin' shine box, and your sack of
It tickles to see you try to be like Mr.
Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G
that same motherfucker that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to but you don't listen
Giving the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in

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

Now, my illustration be like clitoral stimulation
To the gender, ain't nothin better
Let me know when it's wet enough to
If not I'll wait, because the of the world depends on
If or if not the child we raise gon' that nigga syndrome
Or will it know to be the hard of the skintone
I feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on
Or it give a fuck about what others say and get gone
The alienators cause we different keep hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a ain't no lie
I'll be the and the maker of the piece of my pie
Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get reply?
Now say

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 everybody let me hear you say

Now throw your in the air
And wave 'em 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

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

Softly as if I played piano in the
Found a way to channel my anger not to
The a stage and everybody's got to play their part
God works in ways so when he starts
The job of speaking through us we be so with this here
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal as day
Put my away I got a stronger weapon
That runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay

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

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