Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

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

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

Now, my oral illustration be like stimulation
To the female gender, ain't better
Let me know when it's wet enough to
If not I'll wait, because the future of the depends on
If or if not the child we raise gon' that 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 will it give a fuck about what say and get gone
The alienators cause we keep your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of when I practice what a preach ain't no lie
I'll be the baker and the maker of the of my pie
Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some
Now say

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

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
Then everybody let me you say O-Yea-yer

Everyday I sit my nigga be in school
Thinking about the second 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 around being frustrated
And now I'm sitting at the end of the I just made it
Like you the B team
And the daddy's wife you making the coffee
You heard the
So back the up off me

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

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

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