Luyện nghe bài hát E.T.

B.o.B.]
Like I belong, I feel like I don't belong
I don't belong, like a extra-terrestrial
Extra-Terrestrial, Extra-Terrestrial,

1: B.o.B.]
Yeah, basically I'm an alien to
I guess, I'm speaking in languages than y'all
I guess, all you is my aliases all
I step the Hall of Fame and put my frame in the wall
I'm a Michael Angelo painting that hangs in the wall
They gated me off, by Hendrix while they the guitar
had friends but me and Franklin was dawgs
Somewhere between and famous
Guess my brain's a off
I'm in the havin' d-d-dangerous typa thoughts
I pays for hours, hit the fuckin' cough
Kill everything I see and behind a mountain of chalk
I took the hand that I was dealt and a house out of cards
You can't compare me to anyone, swag on every one
Blowin' purple crop cirles, pack is as a [??]
moon suit
Went from who are you to with the who's who
Paranoid of more than story-tales in fiction
Sleepin' with a fat burner like I'm tryna my figure
cut me out the picture 'cause I'm bigger [??]
I-I-I stop shittin' on niggas, but I never been a quitter
Yeah, so join the B.o.B. fence
I say "Fuck ya" but I practise in safe sex
Signin' off, Jedi on the red eye
Rap god, I have my own pray line (eyy man, ray bands)

B.o.B.]
Like I don't belong, I like I don't belong
Like I don't belong, a extra-terrestrial
Extra-Terrestrial, Extra-Terrestrial,

[Verse 2: Lil
Oh my god, it's the
Stuntin' in them [??]
It must be the shoes, the in the sky won't start 'em
Far from the norm', bitch I'm Bates aqua
But nothing's far fetched when a under-dog's
But they could get checked if I don't sign my goon's
I phone home, I phone homies
And catch you at your home with your homies, a moment

Extra clips, extra bitch, I don't fear shit like excision, neck a twist
high on extra shit with extra kick to kick my ass
And after I put all to the side, I lick my hands from a different world's Dwayne Wayne
Unexplained things goin' in my strange
Unidentified flyin' Wayne's plane
'Cause I be on Merry, I don't fuck with plain Jane
in the backpack, no room for E.T
Eyes on my kneecaps, don't look up knee
All I do is fallback, smoke and keep seeds
Swallow 'em with some water, cut myself and weed
Help, trouble bein' human, let alone a human
Have trouble shootin' a breeze not a (Buk)
I feel without no understandin' , will be my own fear
And don't understand me, I know, I know, long hair