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

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

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

Now, my oral illustration be like stimulation
To the female gender, nothin better
Let me know when it's wet enough to
If not I'll wait, because the future of the world on
If or if not the child we raise gon' have that nigga
Or will it know to be the regardless of the skintone
I feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on
Or will it give a fuck about what others say and get
The alienators cause we different keep hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I what a preach ain't no lie
I'll be the and the maker of the piece of my pie
Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some
Now say

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

Now your hands 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 you say O-Yea-yer

I sit while my nigga be in school
Thinking the second 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 but I'm not married
a lot of problems around being frustrated
And now I'm at the end of the month I just made it
Like you the B team
And like the daddy's you making the coffee
You heard the
So back the up off me

Softly as if I played 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 works in mysterious ways so he starts
The job of speaking through us we be so sincere this here
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the clear as day
Put my glock away I got a weapon
That never runs out of ammunition so I'm for war okay

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

Now throw 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