Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one better
And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear sweater
Cause I'm cooler a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go again talking shit
Bend, like I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see Southern player serve
I heard it's not you're from but where you pay rent
Then I heard it's not you make but how much you spent
You got me bent like elbows, amongst things, but I'm not worried
Cause when we step up in the party, I'm out-you-scurry
So go get fuckin' shine box, and your sack of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be like Mr.
Daddy fat sacks, B-O-I
It's that same motherfucker that took them to your 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 throw hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just care
And if you like fish and grits and all that shit
Then everybody let me you say O-Yea-yer

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

Now, my illustration be like clitoral stimulation
To the gender, ain't nothin 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 gon' have that nigga syndrome
Or will it know to be the regardless of the skintone
I really that if we tune it, it just might get picked on
Or will it give a about what others say and get gone
The cause we different keep your 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 reply?
Now say

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

Everyday I sit my nigga be in school
Thinking about the album at the Dungeon shooting pool
Like E-S to the P-N, cause we to the beat in the zone (zone)
I'm home but I'm not married
Carried a lot of problems around being
And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I just it
Like you made the B
And like the daddy's you making the coffee
You heard the
So the hell 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 when he
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 weapon
That runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay

Now your hands in the air
And wave 'em 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

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