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 your sweater
Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's
Oh hell, there he go again talking shit
Bend, corner's I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see this player serve
I heard it's not where from but where you pay rent
Then I heard it's not what you make but how you spent
You got me like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not worried
Cause when we step up in the party, I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin' shine box, and sack of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, B-O-I
It's that same motherfucker that took knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't
Giving the out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison

Now your hands 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 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

Now, my oral be like clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, ain't better
Let me know when it's wet to enter
If not wait, because the future of the world depends on
If or if not the child we raise gon' have nigga syndrome
Or will it know to be the regardless of the skintone
I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get on
Or it give a fuck about what others say and get gone
The cause we different keep your 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 your hands in the air
And 'em like you just don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all that shit
Then everybody let me you say O-Yea-yer

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

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

Softly as if I played in the dark
Found a way to channel my not to embark
The a stage and everybody's got to play their part
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 glock away I got a stronger
That never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war

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

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