Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one
And when I'm on the you best to wear your sweater
Cause I'm cooler a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go again talking that
Bend, corner's 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 not what you make but how much you spent
You got me bent like elbows, other things, but I'm not worried
Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm
So go get your fuckin' box, and your sack 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 don't
Giving the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in

Now throw your 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 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, my oral illustration be like clitoral
To the female gender, ain't better
Let me know it's wet enough to enter
If not I'll wait, because the future of the world on
If or if not the we raise gon' have that nigga syndrome
Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the
I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get on
Or will it give a fuck about others say and get gone
The alienators cause we different keep your to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I what 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 throw your in the air
And wave 'em like you just care
And if you like fish and and all that pimp shit
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

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

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

as if I played piano in the dark
Found a way to my anger not to embark
The world's a stage and everybody's got to play their
God works in ways so when he starts
The job of through us we be so sincere with this here
No or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day
Put my away I got a stronger weapon
That 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 like and grits and all that pimp shit
Then let me hear 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