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 your
Cause I'm cooler than a polar toenails
Oh hell, he go again talking that shit
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I a nerve
And now you to see this Southern player serve
I heard it's not you're from but where you pay rent
Then I heard it's not what you but how much you spent
You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not
Cause when we step up in the party, I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin' shine box, and your of nickles
It to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G
It's that same motherfucker that them knuckles to your 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 hands in the air
And wave 'em 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

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

Now, my oral illustration be like stimulation
To the gender, ain't nothin better
Let me when it's wet enough to enter
If not I'll wait, the future of the world depends on
If or if not the we raise gon' have that nigga syndrome
Or will it know to be the regardless of the skintone
I really that if we tune it, it just might get picked on
Or will it give a fuck about what say and get gone
The alienators cause we different your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I what a preach ain't no lie
I'll be the baker and the of the piece of my pie
Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get reply?
Now say

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

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

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

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

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