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 your
I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go again talking shit
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I a nerve
And now you bout to see this Southern player
I heard it's not where you're from but where you pay
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
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 to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, B-O-I
It's that same motherfucker that them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to you not to test but you don't listen
Giving the out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison

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

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

Everyday I sit while my be in school
Thinking about the second album at the shooting pool
Like E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the beat in the (zone)
Honey I'm but I'm not married
Carried a lot of problems around frustrated
And now I'm sitting at the end of the I just made it
you made the B team
And like the daddy's wife you the coffee
You heard the
So the hell 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 their
God in mysterious ways so when he starts
The job of speaking through us we be so with this here
No or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day
Put my away I got a stronger 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 that pimp
Then everybody let me hear you say

Now your hands 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