Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, no one better
And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your
Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's
Oh hell, there he go again talking that
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I struck a
And now you bout to see Southern player serve
I heard not where 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, 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 tickles to see you try to be like Mr.
Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G
It's that same motherfucker took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to but you don't listen
Giving the shout out to my Uncle locked up in prison

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 let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

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

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

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

Now your hands in the air
And 'em like you just don't care
And if you like and grits 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 Dungeon shooting
E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone)
Honey I'm but I'm not married
Carried a lot of problems around being
And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I just it
Like you made the B
And like the wife you making the coffee
You heard the
So back the up off me

Softly as if I played piano in the
Found a way to channel my not to embark
The world's a stage and everybody's got to their part
God works in mysterious ways so he starts
The job of through us we be so sincere with this here
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the clear 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 just 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 you just don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer