Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one better
And I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater
Cause I'm than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go again talking that
Bend, corner's I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you to see this Southern player serve
I heard it's not where you're from but you pay rent
Then I heard it's not what you but how much you spent
You got me like 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 fuckin' shine box, and your sack of nickles
It to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G
It's that same motherfucker that took knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't
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 fish and grits and all that pimp shit
Then everybody let me you say O-Yea-yer

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

Now, my oral illustration be like stimulation
To the female gender, ain't better
Let me know it's wet enough to enter
If not I'll wait, because the of the world depends on
If or if not the child we raise gon' have that syndrome
Or it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone
I really feel if we tune it, it just might get picked 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 what a preach ain't no lie
I'll be the baker and the maker of the of my pie
Now breaker, breaker can I get some reply?
Now say

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

Now throw your in the air
And wave 'em like you just care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Everyday I sit while my nigga be in
Thinking about the second album at the Dungeon pool
Like E-S to the P-N, cause we 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 just it
you made the B team
And like the daddy's you making the coffee
You heard the
So back the up off me

Softly as if I played piano in the
a way to channel my anger not to embark
The a stage and everybody's got to play their part
God works in mysterious ways so he starts
The job of speaking through us we be so sincere this 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 ready for war

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