Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one
And when I'm on the you best to wear your sweater
Cause I'm than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go talking that shit
Bend, like I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see this Southern serve
I heard it's not where from but where you pay rent
Then I it's not what you make but how much you spent
You got me bent elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not worried
Cause when we up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin' box, and your sack of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be like Mr.
Daddy fat sacks, B-O-I
It's that same motherfucker took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to you not to test but you don't listen
Giving the shout out to my Donnel locked up in prison

Now your hands 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 you say O-Yea-yer

Now throw hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just care
And if you like and grits and all that pimp shit
Then everybody let me hear you say

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

Everyday I sit while my be in school
Thinking about the second album at the Dungeon pool
Like E-S to the P-N, we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone)
I'm home but I'm not married
Carried a lot of problems around being
And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I made it
Like you made the B
And like the wife you making the coffee
You the A-T-L-iens
So the hell 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 so when he starts
The job of speaking through us we be so with this here
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the clear as day
Put my glock away I got a weapon
never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay

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
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

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