Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, no one better
And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear sweater
Cause I'm cooler than a polar toenails
Oh hell, there he go again that shit
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I a nerve
And now you bout to see this player serve
I heard it's not where you're from but you pay rent
Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you
You got me bent elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not worried
Cause we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin' shine box, and your sack of
It tickles to see you try to be Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G
that same motherfucker that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to you not to test but you don't listen
Giving the 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 fish and grits and all that pimp 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 and grits and all that pimp shit
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Now, my oral illustration be like clitoral
To the female gender, nothin better
Let me know when wet enough 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 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 your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I 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 your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't
And if you like and grits 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 pimp shit
Then everybody let me hear you say

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

as if I played piano in the dark
Found a way to channel my not to embark
The world's a and everybody's got to play their part
God in mysterious ways so when he starts
The job of speaking through us we be so sincere with here
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the 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 like you don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Now throw your in the air
And 'em like 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