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 sweater
Cause I'm cooler a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go again that shit
Bend, like I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see this Southern serve
I heard it's not where you're from but where you pay
Then I heard it's not what you but how much you spent
You got me bent like elbows, other things, but I'm not worried
Cause we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin' shine box, and sack of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be like Mr.
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
the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison

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
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 fish and grits and all that pimp shit
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Now, my oral illustration be clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, ain't better
Let me know when it's wet enough to
If not I'll wait, the future of the world depends on
If or if not the child we raise gon' that nigga syndrome
Or will it know to be the regardless of the skintone
I really feel that if we it, it just might get picked on
Or will it a fuck about what others say and get gone
The alienators we different keep your hands to the sky
Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach ain't no lie
I'll be the baker and the of the piece of my pie
Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get reply?
Now say

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

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

Everyday I sit my nigga be in school
Thinking about the second album at the Dungeon shooting
E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone)
Honey I'm home but I'm not
a lot of problems around being frustrated
And now I'm sitting at the end of the I just made it
Like you made the B
And like the daddy's wife you making the
You the A-T-L-iens
So the hell 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 play part
God works in mysterious so when 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 runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay

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

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