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
Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's
Oh hell, he go again talking that shit
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I a nerve
And now you bout to see Southern player serve
I heard it's not where from but where you pay rent
Then I heard it's not what you but how much 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' box, and your sack of nickles
It to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I
It's that same that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to but you don't listen
Giving the shout out to my Uncle Donnel up in prison

Now your 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 hear you say

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

Now, my oral illustration be clitoral stimulation
To the gender, ain't nothin better
Let me know it's wet enough to enter
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 hard of the skintone
I really that if we tune it, it just might get picked on
Or will it a fuck about 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
be the baker 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 you just don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp
Then everybody let me you say O-Yea-yer

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 hear you say

I sit while my nigga be in school
Thinking about the second album at the Dungeon shooting
Like E-S to the P-N, we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone)
Honey I'm home but I'm not
Carried a lot of problems around frustrated
And now I'm at the end of the month I just made it
Like you made the B
And like the 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 my anger not to embark
The a stage and everybody's got to play 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 alcohol so I can get the clear as day
Put my glock away I got a stronger
That 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 fish and grits and all pimp shit
Then everybody let me hear you say

Now your 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