Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - letter, ain't no one better
And when I'm on the microphone you to wear your sweater
Cause I'm cooler than a 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 bout to see this player serve
I heard it's not where from but where you pay rent
Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you
You got me bent like elbows, other things, but I'm not worried
when we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin' shine box, and your of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be like Mr.
Daddy fat sacks, B-O-I
It's same motherfucker that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you listen
Giving the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in

Now throw your in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't
And if you like fish and 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 don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp
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 it's wet enough to enter
If not I'll wait, the future 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 that if we tune it, it 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 baker and the maker of the of my pie
Now breaker, breaker can I get some reply?
Now say

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 everybody let me you say O-Yea-yer

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
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Everyday I sit while my be in school
Thinking about the second album at the Dungeon pool
E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone)
Honey I'm but I'm not married
Carried a lot of around 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 wife you the coffee
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 ways so when he
The job of speaking through us we be so with this here
No drugs or so I can get the signal clear as day
Put my glock away I got a weapon
That never runs out of ammunition so I'm for war okay

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