Luyện nghe bài hát E.T.

B.o.B.]
Like I don't belong, I feel like I belong
Like I don't belong, like a
Extra-Terrestrial, Extra-Terrestrial,

1: B.o.B.]
Yeah, basically I'm an alien to
I guess, I'm speaking in different languages than
I guess, all you know is my all
I step the Hall of Fame and put my frame in the wall
I'm like a Angelo painting that hangs in the wall
They gated me off, by Hendrix while they the guitar
Never had friends but me and was dawgs
Somewhere between and famous
my brain's a little off
I'm in the havin' d-d-dangerous typa thoughts
I pays for hours, hit the fuckin' vapourisin'
Kill everything I see and leave behind a of chalk
I took the that I was dealt and made a house out of cards
You can't me to anyone, swag on every offical one
Blowin' crop cirles, pack is loud as a [??]
Anti-gravity moon
Went who are you to chillin' with the who's who
Paranoid of more story-tales in science fiction
Sleepin' a fat burner like I'm tryna watch my figure
Wanna cut me out the picture I'm bigger [??]
I-I-I stop shittin' on niggas, but I never been a quitter
Yeah, so join the B.o.B. hate
I say "Fuck ya" but I practise in safe sex
Signin' off, Jedi on the red eye
Rap god, I have my own pray line (eyy man, ray bands)

B.o.B.]
Like I belong, I feel like I don't belong
Like I belong, like a extra-terrestrial
Extra-Terrestrial, Extra-Terrestrial,

2: Lil Wayne]
Oh my god, it's the
Stuntin' in them Jordans
It must be the shoes, the stars in the sky won't 'em
Far the norm', bitch I'm Norman Bates aqua
But nothing's far when a under-dog's barkin'
But they get checked if I don't sign my goon's [??]
I don't phone home, I homies
And catch you at your home with homies, spoil a moment

Extra clips, extra bitch, homie I don't fear shit like excision, neck a
Gettin' high on extra shit with kick to kick my ass
And after I put all bullshit to the side, I lick my hands a different world's Dwayne Wayne
Unexplained things in my strange brain
Unidentified flyin' Wayne's plane
I be on that Merry, I don't fuck with plain Jane
Drugs in the backpack, no for E.T
Eyes on my kneecaps, don't look up deep
All I do is fallback, kush and keep seeds
'em with some water, cut myself and bleed weed
Help, trouble human, let alone a human being
Have trouble shootin' a breeze not a (Buk)
I feel without no understandin' , that will be my own
And they understand me, I know, I know, long hair