Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, 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 Southern serve
I heard it's not you're from but where you pay rent
Then I heard it's not what you make but how you spent
You got me bent like elbows, amongst 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 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 but you don't listen
Giving the shout out to my Donnel locked up in prison

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

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, my illustration be like clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, nothin better
Let me know when it's wet to enter
If not I'll wait, because the future of the world on
If or if not the child we gon' have that nigga syndrome
Or it know 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 others say and get
The alienators cause we different keep hands to the sky
Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach 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 your in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't
And if you like 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 don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all pimp shit
Then everybody let me hear you say

Everyday I sit while my be in school
Thinking the second album at the Dungeon shooting pool
Like E-S to the P-N, 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 sitting at the end of the month I made it
Like you the B team
And like the daddy's wife you 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 everybody's got to play part
God works in mysterious so when he starts
The job of through us we be so sincere with this here
No or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day
Put my away I got a stronger weapon
never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay

Now throw 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 hear you say

Now throw 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 hear you say