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 your sweater
Cause I'm than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go again talking that
Bend, like I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you to see this Southern player serve
I heard it's not where you're from but you pay rent
Then I heard it's not what you but how much you spent
You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not
Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm
So go get your shine box, and your sack of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, B-O-I
It's that same motherfucker that took them knuckles to eye
And I try, to you not to test but you don't listen
the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison

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

Now, my oral be like clitoral stimulation
To the gender, ain't nothin better
Let me when it's wet enough to enter
If not wait, because the future of the world depends on
If or if not the child we raise gon' have nigga syndrome
Or will it to be the hard regardless of the skintone
I really feel that if we tune it, it just get picked on
Or it give a fuck about what others say and get gone
The alienators cause we different keep your to the sky
Like of Blackness 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, 10-4 can I get some 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
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Now your 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 you say O-Yea-yer

Everyday I sit while my be in school
Thinking about the album at the Dungeon shooting 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 problems around 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 wife you making the
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 world's a and everybody's got to play their part
God works in mysterious so when he starts
The job of through us we be so sincere with this here
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the clear as day
Put my glock away I got a stronger
That runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay

Now your hands 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 wave 'em like you don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all pimp shit
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer