Luyện nghe bài hát E.T.

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

1: B.o.B.]
Yeah, I'm an alien to y'all
I guess, I'm speaking in different languages y'all
I guess, all you is my aliases all
I step into the Hall of Fame and put my in the wall
I'm like a Michael Angelo painting that in the wall
They gated me off, by Hendrix while they play the
had friends but me and Franklin was dawgs
Somewhere insane and famous
Guess my brain's a off
I'm in the b-b-basement havin' d-d-dangerous typa
I pays for hours, hit the fuckin' vapourisin'
Kill everything I see and leave behind a mountain of
I took the that I was dealt and made a house out of cards
You can't compare me to anyone, swag on offical one
Blowin' purple crop cirles, is loud as a [??]
moon suit
Went from who are you to chillin' the who's who
Paranoid of more than story-tales in science
Sleepin' with a fat like I'm tryna watch my figure
cut me out the picture 'cause I'm bigger [??]
I-I-I stop shittin' on these niggas, but I been a quitter
Yeah, so join the B.o.B. fence
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 don't belong, I feel like I belong
Like I belong, like a extra-terrestrial
Extra-Terrestrial, Extra-Terrestrial,

[Verse 2: Lil
Oh my god, it's the
Stuntin' in [??] Jordans
It must be the shoes, the in the sky won't start 'em
Far from the norm', I'm Norman Bates aqua
But far fetched when a under-dog's barkin'
But they get checked if I don't sign my goon's [??]
I don't home, I phone homies
And catch you at your with your homies, spoil a moment

Extra clips, bitch, homie I don't fear shit like excision, neck a twist
Gettin' on extra shit with extra kick to kick my ass
And after I put all bullshit to the side, I lick my hands from a world's Dwayne Wayne
things goin' in my strange brain
Unidentified flyin' object Wayne's
'Cause I be on that Merry, I fuck with plain Jane
in the backpack, no room for E.T
Eyes on my kneecaps, don't look up deep
All I do is fallback, smoke kush and seeds
'em with some water, cut myself and bleed weed
Help, trouble human, let alone a human being
Have trouble a breeze not a M-16 (Buk)
I feel without no , that will be my own fear
And they don't understand me, I know, I know, long