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 than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go talking that shit
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I struck a
And now you bout to see this player serve
I heard it's not where you're from but where you pay
Then I heard it's not what you but how much you spent
You got me bent elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not worried
when we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin' shine box, and your sack of
It to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I
It's that same motherfucker that took them to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't
Giving the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in

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
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

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

Now, my oral be like clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, ain't nothin
Let me know when wet enough to enter
If not wait, because the future 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 feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on
Or it give a fuck about what others say and get gone
The alienators cause we different keep your to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a ain't no lie
I'll be the baker and the maker of the 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 fish and grits and all that pimp
Then everybody let me you say O-Yea-yer

Now throw hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

I sit while my nigga be in school
Thinking about the second at the Dungeon shooting pool
Like E-S to the P-N, cause we to the beat in the zone (zone)
Honey I'm home but I'm not
Carried a lot of around being frustrated
And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I just it
you made the B team
And the daddy's wife you making the coffee
You the A-T-L-iens
So the hell up off me

Softly as if I played in the dark
a way to channel my anger not to embark
The world's a stage and got to play their part
God works in ways so when he starts
The job of speaking through us we be so sincere this here
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the clear as day
Put my away I got a stronger weapon
That never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war

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

Now throw your in the air
And wave 'em like you just care
And if you fish and grits and all that pimp shit
Then everybody let me you say O-Yea-yer