Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one better
And when I'm on the you best to wear your sweater
Cause I'm cooler than a bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go again talking shit
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I a nerve
And now you bout to see this player serve
I heard it's not where you're from but you pay rent
Then I it's not what you make but how much you spent
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' shine box, and your of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be 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 but you don't listen
Giving the shout out to my Uncle locked up in prison

Now your hands in the air
And wave 'em 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

Now your hands 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, my oral illustration be like stimulation
To the female gender, ain't better
Let me know when it's wet to enter
If not I'll wait, because the of the world depends on
If or if not the child we raise gon' have that syndrome
Or will it know to be the hard of the skintone
I really feel that if we tune it, it just get picked on
Or will it a fuck about what others say and get gone
The alienators cause we different keep hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a ain't no lie
be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie
Now breaker, breaker can I get some reply?
Now say

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

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 let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Everyday I sit my nigga be in school
Thinking about the second at the Dungeon shooting pool
Like E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the in the zone (zone)
I'm home but I'm not married
Carried a lot of problems around frustrated
And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I just it
Like you made the B
And like the daddy's you making the coffee
You heard the
So the hell up off me

as if I played piano in the dark
Found a way to channel my anger not to
The world's a stage and got to play their part
God works in mysterious 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 never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war

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