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 your sweater
Cause I'm than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, he go again talking that shit
Bend, like I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see this Southern player
I it's 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
when we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin' shine box, and your of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be Mr. Pickles
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 Uncle Donnel locked up in

Now throw hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't
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 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, nothin better
Let me when it's wet enough to enter
If not I'll wait, because the future of the world on
If or if not the child we gon' have that nigga syndrome
Or will it know to be the regardless of the skintone
I really feel if we tune it, it just might get picked on
Or will it give a fuck about what others say and get
The alienators cause we 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 can I get some reply?
Now say

Now throw your in the air
And 'em like you just don't 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 'em like you just don't care
And if you fish and grits 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 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 frustrated
And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I made it
Like you made the B
And like the daddy's you making the coffee
You heard the
So back the up off me

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

Now throw hands in the air
And 'em like you just don't 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 shit
Then everybody let me hear you say