Luyện nghe bài hát E.T.

B.o.B.]
Like I don't belong, I like I don't belong
Like I belong, like a extra-terrestrial
Extra-Terrestrial, Extra-Terrestrial,

1: B.o.B.]
Yeah, basically I'm an alien to
I guess, I'm speaking in different than y'all
I guess, all you is my aliases all
I step into the Hall of Fame and put my frame in the
I'm like a Michael Angelo that hangs in the wall
They gated me off, by Hendrix while they the guitar
Never had but me and Franklin was dawgs
Somewhere between and famous
my brain's a little off
I'm in the havin' d-d-dangerous typa thoughts
I pays for hours, hit the fuckin' cough
Kill everything I see and behind a mountain of chalk
I took the hand that I was and made a house out of cards
You can't compare me to anyone, on every offical one
Blowin' crop cirles, pack is loud as a [??]
moon suit
Went from who are you to chillin' with the who
of more than story-tales in science fiction
Sleepin' with a fat burner I'm tryna watch my figure
Wanna cut me out the picture I'm bigger [??]
I-I-I stop shittin' on these niggas, but I never a quitter
Yeah, so join the B.o.B. hate
I would say "Fuck ya" but I in safe sex
Signin' off, young on the red eye
Rap god, I should have my own pray (eyy man, ray bands)

B.o.B.]
Like I belong, I feel like I don't belong
Like I don't belong, like a
Extra-Terrestrial, Extra-Terrestrial,

[Verse 2: Lil
Oh my god, the martian
Stuntin' in them Jordans
It be the shoes, the stars in the sky won't start 'em
Far the norm', bitch I'm Norman Bates aqua
But nothing's far fetched when a under-dog's
But they could get if I don't sign my goon's [??]
I don't phone home, I phone
And catch you at your home your homies, spoil a moment

Extra clips, extra bitch, homie I don't fear shit excision, neck a twist
Gettin' high on extra shit extra kick to kick my ass
And after I put all bullshit to the side, I lick my hands from a different world's Wayne
Unexplained things goin' in my brain
Unidentified flyin' object Wayne's
'Cause I be on that Merry, I fuck with plain Jane
in the backpack, no room for E.T
Eyes on my kneecaps, don't look up knee
All I do is fallback, kush and keep seeds
Swallow 'em with some water, cut and bleed weed
Help, bein' human, let alone a human being
Have shootin' a breeze not a M-16 (Buk)
I feel without no understandin' , will be my own fear
And they understand me, I know, I know, long hair