Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one
And I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater
Cause I'm cooler than a polar toenails
Oh hell, there he go talking that shit
Bend, corner's I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see 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
when we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
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 same motherfucker that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to but you don't listen
the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison

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 let me hear 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 shit
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Now, my illustration be like clitoral stimulation
To the gender, ain't nothin better
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 gon' have that nigga syndrome
Or will it to be the hard regardless of the skintone
I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get on
Or will it a fuck about what others say and get gone
The alienators cause we keep your hands to the sky
Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach ain't no lie
I'll be the and the maker of the piece 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 don't
And if you like fish and and all that pimp shit
Then everybody let me hear you say

Now throw your in the air
And wave 'em like you just care
And if you like fish and grits and all pimp shit
Then everybody let me hear you say

Everyday I sit while my nigga be in
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 sitting at the end of the month I just it
Like you the B team
And like the 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 part
God works in mysterious so when he starts
The job of through us we be so sincere with this here
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the clear as day
Put my away 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 care
And if you like and grits and all that pimp shit
Then everybody let me hear you say

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