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 wear 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 a nerve
And now you to see this Southern player serve
I heard not where you're from but where you pay rent
Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you
You got me like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not worried
Cause when we step up in the party, I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin' shine box, and sack of nickles
It to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G
It's that same motherfucker that took knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you listen
Giving the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in

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

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

Now, my oral illustration be like clitoral
To the female gender, nothin better
Let me know when it's wet to enter
If not wait, because the future of the world depends on
If or if not the child we gon' have that nigga syndrome
Or will it know to be the regardless of the skintone
I really that if we tune it, it just might get picked on
Or will it give a fuck about what others say and get
The cause we different keep your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a ain't no lie
be the baker 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 that pimp
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

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

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

Softly as if I played piano in the
Found a way to channel my anger not to
The world's a stage and everybody's got to play their
God works in ways so when he starts
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 glock away I got a stronger
never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay

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 you say O-Yea-yer

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