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 polar bear's
Oh hell, there he go again that shit
Bend, corner's I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see this Southern player
I heard it's not you're from but where you pay rent
Then I it's not what you make but how much you spent
You got me bent elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not worried
Cause when we up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin' shine box, and your sack of
It to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G
It's that same motherfucker that them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't
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 pimp
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

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

Now, my oral be like clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, nothin better
Let me know 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 that syndrome
Or it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone
I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get on
Or it give a fuck about what others say and get gone
The alienators we different keep your 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, 10-4 can I get some reply?
Now say

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
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 fish and grits and all that pimp shit
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Everyday I sit my nigga be in school
Thinking about the second album at the Dungeon 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 problems around being
And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I made it
you made the B team
And like the wife you making the coffee
You the A-T-L-iens
So back the up off me

Softly as if I played piano in the
Found a way to channel my not to embark
The world's a stage and got to play their part
God in mysterious ways so when he starts
The job of speaking through us we be so sincere with this
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the clear as day
Put my glock away I got a weapon
That never 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 grits and all that shit
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

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