Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one better
And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your
Cause I'm than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go again that shit
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I 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 you make but how much you spent
You got me bent like elbows, amongst things, but I'm not worried
Cause we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your shine box, and your sack of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be Mr. Pickles
fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I
It's that same motherfucker that took 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 don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all that shit
Then everybody let me hear you say

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

Now, my oral illustration be clitoral stimulation
To the gender, ain't nothin better
Let me know when wet enough to enter
If not wait, because the future of the world depends on
If or if not the child we raise have that nigga syndrome
Or will it to be the hard regardless of the skintone
I really feel that if we it, it just might get picked on
Or will it give a fuck about others say and get gone
The alienators cause we different keep hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach no lie
I'll be the baker and the of the piece 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 care
And if you like fish and and all that pimp shit
Then everybody let me hear you say

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 let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

I sit while my nigga be in school
Thinking about the second album at the Dungeon shooting
E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone)
Honey I'm but I'm not married
Carried a lot of problems around frustrated
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 the A-T-L-iens
So back the up off me

Softly as if I piano in the dark
Found a way to channel my anger not to
The a stage and everybody's got to play their part
God works in mysterious ways so when he
The job of speaking us we be so sincere with this here
No or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day
Put my glock away I got a weapon
That never runs out of ammunition so I'm for war okay

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