Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, no one better
And when I'm on the you best to wear your sweater
Cause I'm than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, he go again talking that shit
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I a nerve
And now you bout to see Southern player serve
I heard it's not where you're from but 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 when we step up in the party, like I'm
So go get your fuckin' shine box, and your of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be Mr. Pickles
fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I
It's that same motherfucker that took them knuckles to eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you listen
Giving the shout out to my Uncle Donnel up in prison

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

Now, my oral illustration be like stimulation
To the female gender, ain't better
Let me when it's wet enough to enter
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 of the skintone
I really feel that if we tune it, it might get picked on
Or will it give a fuck about what 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 baker and the maker of the of my pie
Now breaker, breaker can I get some reply?
Now say

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

Everyday I sit my nigga 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 around being frustrated
And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I just it
you made the B team
And like the daddy's wife you making the
You heard the
So back the up off me

as if I played piano in the dark
Found a way to channel my 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 speaking through us we be so with this here
No drugs or so I can get the signal clear as day
Put my glock away I got a stronger
never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay

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