Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one
And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear 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 to see this Southern player serve
I heard it's not where you're from but where you pay
Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you
You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not
Cause we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin' shine box, and your of nickles
It to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G
It's same motherfucker that 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 locked up in prison

Now throw your 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

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

Now, my oral illustration be like clitoral
To the female gender, ain't nothin
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 that syndrome
Or will it know to be the regardless of the skintone
I really that if we tune it, it just might get picked on
Or will it give a fuck what others say and get gone
The alienators cause we different keep hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice a preach ain't no lie
I'll be the baker and the maker of the of my pie
Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some
Now say

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

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
Then everybody let me you say O-Yea-yer

Everyday I sit while my nigga be in
Thinking about the second album at the 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
Carried a lot of problems around being
And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I just it
you made the B team
And the daddy's wife you making the coffee
You heard the
So back the up off me

Softly as if I played in the dark
Found a way to channel my anger not to
The world's a stage and everybody's got to play part
God works in mysterious ways so when he
The job of speaking through us we be so with this here
No or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day
Put my glock 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 fish and grits and all that pimp shit
Then everybody let me you say O-Yea-yer

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