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 bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go again talking that
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I a nerve
And now you bout to see this player serve
I heard not where you're from but where you pay rent
Then I heard not what you make but how much you spent
You got me bent like elbows, other things, but I'm not worried
Cause when we 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-O-I
It's that same motherfucker that took them knuckles to eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't
Giving the shout out to my Donnel locked up in prison

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
Then everybody let me hear you say

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

Now, my oral illustration be like clitoral
To the female gender, ain't 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 know to be the hard of the skintone
I really feel that if we it, it just might get picked on
Or will it give a fuck what others say and get gone
The alienators cause we different your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness 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 hands in the air
And wave 'em like you don't care
And if you fish and grits 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 fish and grits and all that pimp shit
Then everybody let me you say O-Yea-yer

I sit while my nigga be in school
Thinking the second album at the Dungeon shooting pool
Like E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the beat in the (zone)
Honey I'm home but I'm not
Carried a lot of problems around being
And now I'm at the end of the month I just made 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 played piano in the
Found a way to channel my not to embark
The world's a stage and everybody's got to play their
God in mysterious 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
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 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 fish and and all that pimp shit
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer