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 sweater
I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go talking that shit
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I a nerve
And now you to see this Southern player serve
I it's not where you're from but where you pay rent
Then I it's not what you make but how much you spent
You got me bent like elbows, amongst things, but I'm not worried
Cause we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin' shine box, and your sack of
It tickles to see you try to be Mr. Pickles
fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I
It's that same motherfucker took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't
Giving the shout out to my Uncle Donnel up in prison

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

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

Now, my oral be like clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, ain't better
Let me know when it's wet enough to
If not I'll wait, because the of the world depends on
If or if not the child we raise gon' have nigga 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 about what others say and get gone
The alienators we different keep your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of when I practice what a preach ain't no lie
be the baker and the maker of the piece 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 and grits and all that pimp shit
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

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

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

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

Now your 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 you say O-Yea-yer

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