Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one
And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your
Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's
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 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
when we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin' box, and your sack of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be like Mr.
Daddy fat sacks, B-O-I
It's that same motherfucker that took them knuckles to eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't
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 pimp shit
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

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

Now, my oral be like clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, ain't 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 raise have that nigga syndrome
Or it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone
I really feel that if we tune it, it might get picked on
Or will it give a about what others say and get gone
The cause we different keep your 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, 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 pimp shit
Then everybody let me hear you say

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
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Everyday I sit while my nigga be in
Thinking about the second at the Dungeon shooting pool
Like E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the beat in the (zone)
Honey I'm home but I'm not
Carried a lot of problems around being
And now I'm at the end of the month I just made it
you made 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 piano in the
Found a way to my anger not to embark
The a stage and everybody's got to play 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 so I can get the signal clear as day
Put my glock I got a stronger weapon
That never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war

Now throw your 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 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 shit
Then everybody let me hear you say