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
I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, he go again talking that 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 where you're from but you pay rent
Then I heard it's not what you but how much you spent
You got me bent like elbows, other things, but I'm not worried
Cause when we up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your 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 motherfucker took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to you not to test but you don't listen
Giving the shout out to my Uncle locked up in prison

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

Now your hands in the air
And 'em like 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

Now, my oral illustration be clitoral stimulation
To the gender, ain't nothin better
Let me know when wet enough to enter
If not I'll wait, because the future of the depends on
If or if not the child we raise gon' have nigga syndrome
Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the
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 your to the sky
Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach ain't no lie
I'll be the baker and the of the piece of my pie
Now breaker, 10-4 can I get some reply?
Now say

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

Everyday I sit my nigga be in school
Thinking about the second album at the Dungeon shooting
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 problems around being
And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I just it
you made the B team
And like the daddy's 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 play their
God works in mysterious ways so when he
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
never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay

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