Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - letter, ain't no one better
And when I'm on the you best to wear your sweater
Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's
Oh hell, there he go again talking shit
Bend, like 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 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 tickles to see you try to be like Mr.
Daddy fat sacks, B-O-I
It's that same motherfucker that them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you listen
Giving the out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison

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

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

Now, my illustration be like clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, ain't nothin
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' that nigga syndrome
Or it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone
I really feel that if we it, it just might get picked on
Or it give a fuck about what others say and get gone
The alienators cause we keep your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness 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 fish and grits and all that pimp
Then 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 like fish and grits and all that shit
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

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

as if I played piano in the dark
Found a way to channel my not to embark
The world's a stage and everybody's got to play their
God works in mysterious ways so when he
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 I got a stronger weapon
That never runs out of ammunition so I'm for war okay

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

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