Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, no one better
And I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater
Cause I'm cooler than a polar toenails
Oh hell, there he go again talking that
Bend, like I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see this Southern serve
I heard it's not where from but where you pay rent
Then I heard it's not you make but how much you spent
You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not
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 like Mr.
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 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 grits and all that pimp
Then everybody let me you say O-Yea-yer

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

Now, my illustration be like clitoral 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 world 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 it give a fuck about what others say and get gone
The alienators we different 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, 10-4 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 and all that pimp shit
everybody 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 fish and grits and all that pimp shit
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Everyday I sit while my be in school
Thinking about the album at the Dungeon shooting pool
E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone)
Honey I'm home but I'm not
a lot of problems around being frustrated
And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I made it
Like you the B team
And like the wife you making the coffee
You the A-T-L-iens
So back the up off me

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

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