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 your
Cause I'm cooler than a polar toenails
Oh hell, there he go again that shit
Bend, corner's I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see this Southern player
I it's not where you're from but where you pay rent
I heard it's not what you make but how much you spent
You got me bent like elbows, amongst things, but I'm not worried
when 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-O-I
It's that same motherfucker 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 like you just care
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 don't
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp
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 I'll wait, 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 hard regardless of the
I really that if we tune it, it just might get picked on
Or will it give a fuck about what 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
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 just don't
And if you like fish and grits and all that shit
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Now your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you 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 pool
E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone)
Honey I'm home but I'm not
Carried a lot of problems being frustrated
And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I made it
Like you made the B
And the daddy's wife you making the coffee
You the A-T-L-iens
So the hell up off me

Softly as if I piano 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 when he
The job of speaking through us we be so sincere with here
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal as day
Put my glock away I got a stronger
That never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war

Now throw your 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 you say O-Yea-yer

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