Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one
And when I'm on the microphone you best to your sweater
Cause I'm cooler a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, he go again talking that shit
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I struck a
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 make but how much you
You got me bent like elbows, amongst things, but I'm not worried
Cause we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your shine box, and your sack of nickles
It to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, B-O-I
It's that same that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to you not to test but you don't listen
Giving the shout out to my Uncle locked up in prison

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

Now, my illustration be like clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, nothin better
Let me know when it's wet to enter
If not I'll wait, because the future of the depends on
If or if not the child we raise gon' have that syndrome
Or will it know to be the regardless of the skintone
I really feel that if we tune it, it just get picked on
Or will it 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 what a 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 your in the air
And 'em like you just don't care
And if you fish and grits and all that pimp shit
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

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

Everyday I sit my nigga be in school
Thinking about the second album at the shooting 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 around being frustrated
And now I'm at the end of the month I just made it
you made the B team
And like the daddy's wife you the coffee
You heard the
So back the up off me

Softly as if I piano in the dark
Found a way to channel my anger not to
The world's a stage and everybody's got to their part
God works in mysterious 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 signal as day
Put my glock away I got a stronger
That never out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay

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