Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - letter, ain't no one better
And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your
Cause I'm cooler than a polar toenails
Oh hell, there he go talking that shit
Bend, corner's I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see this Southern player
I heard it's not you're from but where you pay rent
Then I heard it's not what you make but how you spent
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 fuckin' shine box, and your sack of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G
It's that same motherfucker that took them 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 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 hear you say

Now throw your 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

Now, my oral illustration be like clitoral
To the female gender, ain't better
Let me know when it's wet to enter
If not I'll wait, because the of the world 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 it, it just might get picked on
Or will it give a fuck about others say and get gone
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 baker and the of the piece of my pie
Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get reply?
Now say

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 you say O-Yea-yer

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

Everyday I sit my nigga be in school
Thinking the second album at the Dungeon shooting pool
Like E-S to the P-N, cause we 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 the daddy's wife you making the coffee
You the A-T-L-iens
So back the up off me

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

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