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 sweater
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 struck a
And now you to see this Southern player serve
I heard not where you're 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 things, but I'm not worried
Cause we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin' shine box, and your sack of
It tickles to see you try to be like Mr.
Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G
It's that same motherfucker that took knuckles 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 wave 'em like you just don't
And if you like fish and grits and all that shit
Then 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 and grits and all that pimp shit
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Now, my illustration be like clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, nothin better
Let me know it's wet enough to enter
If not I'll wait, the future of the world depends on
If or if not the child we raise have that nigga syndrome
Or will it know to be the hard of the skintone
I really feel that if we it, it just might get picked on
Or will it a fuck about what others say and get gone
The alienators cause we keep your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness I practice what a preach ain't no lie
I'll be the baker and the 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 don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

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 let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Everyday I sit while my nigga be in
Thinking about the second album at the Dungeon 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 like the daddy's wife you making the
You the A-T-L-iens
So back the up off me

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

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

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