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 wear your
I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go again talking that
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I struck a
And now you bout to see Southern player serve
I heard it's not where from but where you pay rent
Then I heard not what you make but how much you spent
You got me like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not worried
Cause when we up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin' box, and your sack of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be like Mr.
Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G
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 fish and grits and all that shit
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

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

Now, my illustration be like clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, ain't nothin
Let me know when it's wet enough to
If not I'll wait, because the 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 feel if we tune it, it just might get picked on
Or will it give a fuck about what others say and get
The cause we different keep your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice a preach ain't no lie
be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie
Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get reply?
Now say

Now throw hands in the air
And wave 'em you just don't care
And if you fish 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 pimp shit
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Everyday I sit my nigga be in school
about the second album at the Dungeon shooting pool
Like E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the in the zone (zone)
Honey I'm but I'm not married
Carried a lot of problems around being
And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I made it
Like you the B team
And like the wife you making the coffee
You the A-T-L-iens
So back the up off me

as if I played piano in the dark
Found a way to my anger not to embark
The world's a stage and everybody's got to play part
God works in ways so when he starts
The job of speaking through us we be so with this here
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal as day
Put my away I got a stronger weapon
That never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war

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