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
Cause I'm cooler than a polar toenails
Oh hell, there he go talking that 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 where from but where you pay rent
Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you
You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not
Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm
So go get your fuckin' shine box, and sack of nickles
It to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
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 listen
Giving the shout out to my Uncle Donnel up in prison

Now throw your in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't
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 care
And if you like and grits and all that pimp shit
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 enough to
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 might get picked on
Or will it give a fuck about others say and get gone
The alienators we different keep your hands to the sky
Like 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 can I get some reply?
Now 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
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

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

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

Softly as if I played 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 through us we be so sincere with this
No or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day
Put my glock I got a stronger weapon
That runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay

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