Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one better
And when I'm on the you best to wear your sweater
I'm cooler 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 Southern serve
I it's not where you're from but where you pay rent
I heard it's not what you make but how much you spent
You got me bent like elbows, other 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 to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, B-O-I
It's that same motherfucker that them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to but you don't listen
Giving the out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison

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

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

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

Everyday I sit my nigga be in school
Thinking about the second album at the Dungeon shooting
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 problems around being
And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I just it
you made the B team
And like the daddy's you making the coffee
You the A-T-L-iens
So the hell up off me

Softly as if I played piano in the
Found a way to my anger not to embark
The world's a stage and everybody's got to play their
God works in mysterious ways so when he
The job of through us we be so sincere with this here
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal as day
Put my glock away I got a stronger
That never runs out of so I'm ready for war okay

Now throw hands in the air
And wave 'em like you don't care
And if you like 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 pimp shit
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer